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Chapter 4 -- Wedding Night
She looked like an angel in her wedding gown.
"She's so lovely." said my father.
My parents saw her at the wedding for the first time. And I met her mother there. Her father had been dead for over 15 years.
The ceremony was running very smoothly because Rebecca had gone to great lengths to arrange every last detail. There were around 50 guests; we had only invited family and close friends. Then, I saw him.
While Rebecca and I were talking to some close friends, Ian entered the hall. He was alone. He wore a pinstripe suit and was carrying a small gift box. Rebecca's mother greeted him and seated him at a small table in the corner. He struck up a conversation with her. Of course, she didn't know him; Rebecca and I were the only ones who knew him.
Then Rebecca saw him, too.
"Hey, look who's here!" she said. "Come on, let's say hello."
She seemed quite pleased to see him. But I wasn't. While we were walking there, I was thinking about the day she went to her old apartment to pick up her things. I was expecting her to come back Wednesday evening but after she called to inform me of Ian's arrival, she changed her mind and stayed one more night. I was very anxious, until she came back because I knew that she was still loyal and sexually attracted to him. I tried to call her that night but she did not answer.
Thankfully, she called me back on Thursday morning and arrived back home in the afternoon. She did not say much about what they did together on Wednesday.
"Thanks to his connections, he has been bailed out", she said. "He was in jail for almost five months. Thank God, he's free for now."
She was very happy to see him again.
"He was released yesterday and came to my apartment to see me."
"What a coincidence." I said.
"Yeah," she said, "the last day in my old apartment."
"So, what did you do?"
"We talked a little. I told him about our relationship. He was very surprised."
"Really?"
"He said, he was happy for me. You know, I wasn't sure how he'd react about us, but he was very understanding."
"Good, good."
"I invited him to our wedding, then."
"Hmm. Is he coming?"
"Probably not. He has some problems for the time being, you know."
"Yeah, I can see that. So, what else?"
"Not much. Just the usual."
That was the only conversation about that day, but I had questions in my mind about 'the usual'. Now Ian was present at our wedding.
"What a surprise!" she said and hugged Ian.
"How could I miss the most important day of our little Rebecca's life?" he said. Then we shook hands.
"Congratulations, pal." he said and handed me the gift he brought for Rebecca.
"Just a little present for Rebecca." he said.
"Oh, thanks Ian." she said and kissed him on the cheek. He was looking at me and grinning. I wasn't happy to see this bastard at my wedding but had to hide my feelings. That's why, reluctantly I smiled back at him.
During the rest of the night, I was a little nervous and tried to ignore him, but he, on the other hand, seemed to be quite cheerful. He was drinking a lot and chatting with the other guests. People were enjoying his conversation. Towards the end of the night, he suddenly walked towards me.
"How is it going?" he said.
"Oh, Ian. Well, its ok." I answered.
He lit a cigarette and said, "Marriage is a difficult thing."
"I suppose." I said.
"You're a very lucky man, pal. You're a very lucky man."
"Yeah, thanks."
"She's a very nice girl."
"I know." I said.
"And she's incredibly hot, you know."
He inhaled the smoke and went on.
"She has a gorgeous body."
He was drunk and deliberately trying to annoy me. After a little silence, he said:
"She could have been a model."
I nodded and tried to stay calm.
"Those shapely legs, round butt..."
"Ian", I said trying to stop him but he went on.
"She has the best tits I ever saw."
I took a deep breathe to hold myself back.
"And the best part is she's always ready for sex."
"Ian, that's enough, you're drunk."
He nodded and grinned.
"She's always hot." he said and took a step to walk away. He was still murmuring while walking.
"She was so hot on Wednesday."
"What?" I said to myself.
About half an hour later, the party was over. While Derek, the best man, drove us home, I was thoughtful, whereas Rebecca was quite happy. She insisted that I carry her into the house in my arms. She was bursting in laughter as we went directly to the bedroom. I threw her onto the bed and sat next to her. She sighed while holding my hand and said:
"I must be the luckiest woman in the world, having such an understanding, tolerant and passionate man like you."
She pulled me down and then hugged and kissed me. I wasn't so willing.
"Aren't you happy?" she asked confused.
"I'm...I'm happy..." I said. "I just feel a little sick. Maybe alcohol."
Then she smiled and tried to kiss me on the lips. I couldn't respond very well.
"Ethan," she said, "there's something wrong. What happened?"
"Nothing." I said.
"Ethan!" she said harshly.
"I'd better take a shower." I said and climbed off the bed. She straightened and held my hand:
"Is it something about Ian?" she asked.
"Well..." I said.
"You want to know in detail, what exactly happened on Wednesday, don't you?"
I said nothing, just nodded.
"Come here!" she said.
She was sitting at the edge of the bed and still holding my hand. I approached her. She was looking directly into my eyes and without saying anything, she unzipped my trousers and took my cock out. Still looking into my eyes, she took my soft penis in her mouth. My dick was slowly getting bigger in her mouth.
"Mmmh," she said, "it's growing."
When it was fully erected, she took it out and started to stroke with her hands slowly. Then she started telling her story.
"When I had just started to pack my things, the door bell rang. I looked through the peephole and saw him. As a matter of fact, I became extremely happy. You know, he was an important part of my life and I was worried about him."
