The Best Man's Dilemma

Anna slumped on the couch, her hair disheveled and eyes rimmed with red. She gestured wildly, her voice cracking with emotion. "I can't believe he cheated on me. Me! And with her!" She glared at Scott, who stood awkwardly in the living room. "I changed the locks instantly. He can never come back. I never want to see his lying, cheating face again."

Scott ran a hand through his hair, his brow furrowed with concern. "I hear you, Anna. I can't believe this either. It came totally out of left field." His eyes darted around the room, avoiding direct contact with Anna's piercing gaze.

Anna's lips curled into a sneer. "I am not going to help him get his things! He can buy new clothes. He doesn't need to invade my life anymore!"

Scott held up his hands placatingly. "Anna, I just need his laptop, and to get some of his clothes. You don't even have to get up, I'll get a bag and take care of it."

"Fine," Anna spat. "Do it quickly and get out." She turned her back to Scott, grabbing her phone with trembling hands. Her face flushed, eyes burning with unshed tears.

Scott hesitated, then sighed heavily before heading to the office. Anna swiped furiously through her phone, her jaw clenched tight.

When Scott returned, he paused at the bedroom door. "Anna, I need to get his clothes. Can I go in your bedroom?"

Anna's chest tightened uncomfortably. She stood up abruptly, her voice strained. "I'll come with you."

In the bedroom, Anna perched on the edge of the meticulously made bed. Her eyes swept across the calming greens and blues of the recently decorated room. "This is all such a waste," she lamented. "The designer just finished in here." Her gaze fixed on Scott, searching for a reaction. "Do you think he ever really appreciated any of this?"

Scott paused, a shirt half-folded in his hands. He looked down and shrugged helplessly, unable to meet Anna's intense stare.

Anna's fingers tightened around her phone, knuckles whitening as she watched Scott pack. He moved slowly, hesitating before each drawer, his movements careful and deliberate.

At the sock drawer, Scott froze. His hand hovered in midair, a pair of socks dangling from his fingers. He licked his lips nervously, glancing at Anna, who remained fixated on her phone. A blush crept up his neck, disappearing under his trim beard. Slowly, he reached into the drawer, his fingers tracing along something hidden beneath the socks.

Anna had done a boudoir photoshoot for her husband, recently it seemed. Holding his breath, he scanned the photo. Anna lay on a white faux fur rug with her back arched and her head tilted back, her hands cupping her ample breasts that were barely contained by a red mesh, see-through bra. The tops of matching panties were visible. He picked up the photo and saw another underneath it.

The photographer had posed Anna on her knees and stood above her. Anna sat there frozen in tike, with a look of anticipation in her eyes as her gaze met the camera. The top of her index finger was in her mouth. Her gaze was piercing, filled with a mix of vulnerability and determination. Her stare reached through the lens and straight into his soul. Scott turned his gaze from the drawer to Anna, who sat perched on the edge of the bed, legs crossed tightly, posture perfect and elegant. Her eyes, still rimmed with red, met his with a mixture of vulnerability and defiance.

"What?" she asked, a note of irritation cutting through the sudden silence. Her fingers gripped her phone tighter, knuckles whitening under the strain. She looked so angry she could snap.

Scott's expression softened, his brow furrowing with concern and disbelief. "Oh Anna," he breathed, his voice thick with emotion. "I can't believe he would cheat on you. Good god, woman."

His words hung in the air between them, laden with unspoken sympathy and a hint of something deeper. against the laws of physics, Anna's shoulders tensed even further, her jaw clenching as she fought to maintain her composure in the face of Scott's unexpected compassion.

He held up the photo, and she gasped and put her hand over her mouth. She noticed the look on his face, the intensity of his eyes, and his slightly parted lips. She couldn't help it and glanced down, and saw a substantial bulge formed by what could only be a rock-hard cock.

He walked over to her, and she drew in a shuddering breath. "You are a goddess. A vision." He said seductively as he reached her. He was right above her, towering over her sitting form. His shirt stretched across his chest. She could feel the heat of him radiating to her. She looked up at him, and time seemed to stop. With her hand still hovering by her mouth in surprise, she looked almost like she did in the second photo, staring up at him with intense eyes.

He leaned in and placed his lips on her ear, and spoke with a husky whisper, "I see you. I am here for you. All you have to say is -- 'yes' -- and I'll help you get over that bastard."

He stayed still, breathing hot into her ear. Her heart was pounding in her head, and she sat still as a frightened rabbit. Then, she delicately arched her neck, letting her cheek brush into his beard and she turned her head to face his lips and look him in the eye. A slow, predatory grin spread across his face. Apparently, it was catching. Anna's lips curved upward in tandem into a mischievous, wanting smile. He touched her chin, then turned her head back away from him, and teased in low voice, "Do you want me to be here for you, Anna?" Anna took in a single shuddering breath,

"Yes."

Anna felt as though there were electricity in the air pulling at her skin from all directions. The world grey hazy around the edges, though she felt perfectly in control. She stood, without trembling, and maintained her intense gaze into Scott's eyes. She unbuttoned her blouse and said in a throaty whisper, "I want to see your body."

He complied.

Without waiting, Scott lifted her up and put her back down, lying on the edge of the bed. He tossed her down and dropped to his knees, burying his face between her thighs. His tongue slid up the length of her in a single line and she gasped at the heat of him. With a hard tongue, he circled her clit once, as Anna squirmed while trying not to move from the incredible heat of him. She reached her hands down and ran her fingers through his hair. Scott reached up with one hand and held her by her wrists. With care, he pressed her bound hands onto her mound, pulling her clit up with the pressure. He started a slow, methodical, paced lick. "Anna, Anna, Anna," he murmured into her sweet pussy "You've got such a sweet little pussy, Anna." He felt her clit pulsing with every brush of his tongue and was rewarded with a quiet moan in time with his efforts. His other hand slid up her leg and reached her ample thigh. Anna's thigh filled his hand completely and he squeezed it before pulling his hand back and delivering her a sharp smack.

She yelped, and he was rewarded with a pulse of pleasure in her clit, and her slick wetness covering his chin as she her intensity built. "Scott" she gasped, "Let me please you." He smiled up at her and licked the length of her slit one last time, staring into her eyes. As he got to her clit and felt the pulse of pleasure, they both broke out into matching wicked grins. He released her hands and picked her up, effortlessly rearranging her on the bed. He leaned in, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. Reaching behind him, he grabbed both of her legs and lifted them up. He spent just a moment holding her there on her back with her legs pressed together straight up in the air. He let his eyes linger her slick pussy, swollen, hot, and waiting for him. Anna wiggled her ass and smiled up at him, "Let me suck you" she asked.

She lifted her legs higher until her ass came off the bed, and lowered them back toward her head until her feet touched the wall behind her, and she was completely bent into a pike. Letting her legs fall open, she rested her knees on her ears and beckoned Scott with one finger. "Come, sit on the backs of my knees and let me suck your cock like this." Anna heard Scott's breath catch in his throat as he watched her contort herself into the most erotic position he'd ever seen. The way her legs her folded behind her head exposed every intimate part of her body and made him throb with need. "Holy shit, Anna" he breathed, crawling onto the bed and positioning himself on top of her. "You're fucking incredible. Such a flexible little minx." Anna flushed with pleasure at the compliment and opened her mouth, running her tongue along her top lip, begging him to enter her mouth. He settled into the crook of her knees; his cock bobbing inches from her face.

He looked down at her, his expression a mix of awe and pure, unadulterated lust.

"Are you ready for this, baby? Because once we start, I don't think either of us will be able to stop" his voice held a note of warning, husky and low with intensity. She gave him another one of her intense looks and raised her eyebrows expectantly, her mouth open.

With a low groan, Scott thrust his hips forward, sliding his thick length past Anna's parted lips. He savored the feeling of her warm, wet mouth engulfing him, as her tongue swirled around his sensitive tip. "Fuck yes... just like that," he grunted, his grip tightening on her thighs as be began to rock his hips, fucking her face with shallow thrusts. "Take it all, baby. Show me how much you want it."

She applied suction and stretches her head toward him, opening her throat and feeling the tip of his cock flirt with the ridge of her throat as she willed her muscles to open and let him in deeper. "Oh god, Anna, you are unbelievable. This is too much" and as if the words of praise were all she needed to relax, her throat opened, and he slipped the rest of the way in until his pelvis pressed into her nose. She opened her eyes. Raising her eyebrows, she looked past her dark lashes and caught his eye. Her eyes weren't red with tears anymore. They were fierce and determined.

She looked just like the picture in the drawer.