In the first chapter, Jenna and Cindy, mother and daughter, respectively, registered for dancing classes at my studio. Jenna's voluptuous body created an unexpected reaction in me, eventually leading to our intimate encounter. She asked me to keep it a secret.
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In the following 2 weeks, Cindy's dancing performance progressed extremely well, and she became proficient in Tango, Waltz, Salsa, Bachata, and Foxtrot. However, her mind was distracted by her pending marriage. I tried to calm her, saying she would impress everybody at the wedding ceremony with her newly acquired skills.
She stared at me with tears in her eyes, "I doubt it very much. My fiancee's family members are too... sophisticated to perform on the dance floor."
"Cindy, that's a shame. If I were there, we could have shown everybody your fantastic abilities. I am sure they would have been impressed..."
She looked into my eyes, pleadingly, "Would you come to my wedding, please?..."
I smiled at her, "Cindy, thank you for the invitation. But I am not a family member or a relative. You didn't even talk to your mother about it..."
"Jerome, this is MY wedding, and nobody has the right to refuse my wishes. By the way, I tried to talk to Mom about her lessons, but she was tight-lipped about it. Is she really that bad?"
I chuckled, "It's the opposite. She might have been reluctant to tell you how good she was doing to prevent jealousy."
She pointed a finger at me, "Please, I'll be honored to have you there. And as your wedding present to me, I'd like you to have 2 dances with me and 2 with Mom. Will you?"
"Next time I see Jenna, I'll talk to her, but if I see any sign of displeasure, I won't show up. This is a family gathering and distractions are unnecessary."
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During these 2 weeks, I met Jenna multiple times. We continued dancing together, and to her credit, she was doing great! Our chemistry improved significantly and her response to my lead was perfect.
Our intimate relationship turned up to be a beautiful matchup as well; just watching her was enough to make my blood boil. The heavenly body, her tempting smile, and remembering our prior sexual bliss hardened my penis every time. Jenna wanted us to see each other more frequently, claiming that 24 hours without me inside her caused her mental anguish and an awful itch 'down there.'
A week before the marriage ceremony, I told Jenna that Cindy wanted me to show up at her wedding and dance with both of them. Jenna hesitated, "I doubt you being at Cindy's wedding is a good idea. Your dance with Cindy may antagonize the groom's family, and certain people, who know me well, may see on my face my feelings toward you..."
"Jenna, please talk to Cindy, and I'll accept everything you ladies decide."
Two days later, after another satisfactory encounter, Jenna said, "I had a long talk with Cindy. She asked her future husband, Larry, if it was OK to invite her dancing instructor and show the guests how well she and her mother dance. He thought it was a good idea, allowing him to skip HIS traditional dance, which he hated. So you are officially invited. Unfortunately, I won't be by your side... Another thing; Don't forget it's Cindy's day, so your dance with her should be more impressive than the one you do with me."
I laughed, "Honey, if you promise me another roll in the hay, I would be willing to consider your cruel demand."
Her now-familiar radiant smile appeared, "Jerome, we barely began our relationship and you blackmail me already. I need to seek protection."
"Too late! You are mine, and that's it!"
"I don't think so, big man. To prove it, I'll leave your bed and go on your computer to search for a better man on Tinder."
I grabbed her hand, "No, you are not. I feel like Shakespeare, and plan to tame the shrew!"
Jenna made a minor effort to escape my hand and it was unsuccessful. Her bouncing gorgeous tits were too tempting. I was between her legs in no time, savagely drilling her tight moist pussy. Her pelvis countered mine and we swayed wildly like prey animals. Her screams were deafening and I thanked god I had no neighbors close by.
During her climax, I heard partial sentences, "Bastard! Give iit to mee. Fuuck mee haarder! G O D!!! I caan't taake it aanymoore. HARDER!..."
I came deep inside her cunt, ejaculating jets of whitish goo.
We rested for a while. I caressed her fantastic curves, waiting for her to wake up. Eventually, Jenna opened her eyes. She hugged me, "Jerome, I cannot grasp why you still find me sexy. You already saw, touched, and sucked on my big breasts. Everything else I have, you can find in a younger fresher version elsewhere..."
"Jenna, you are fortunate I like you. With the way you speak about my lover, I should have spanked you! I do not want to hear anything less than perfect compliments about my woman. Is it clear?"
"I'll think about it... Can I go to the bathroom now?"
"Only if you kiss me nicely and apologize profusely!"
She moved on top of me, kissed me gently, and murmured, "Honey, you are a tough boss, but I need you and am willing to accomplish all your dirty fantasies."
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I arrived at the wedding place, and brought Cindy a large collection of dance music CDs she could listen to in her car, as well as a box of Leonidas truffles. By the time I entered the place, there were more than a hundred guests, and others waited in line behind me. The parking lot was filled with luxury cars - Mercedes, BMW, Lexus, Bentley, and 2 Ferraris. It was obvious Jenna and Cindy knew many influential people.
I walked by Cindy. She was surrounded by guests, but smiled at me and her lips whispered, 'Thank you.' Jenna was talking to an old couple. When she spotted me, she showed a thumbs-up sign and continued her chat.
The ceremony itself was traditional and without surprises. I gazed at the groom - He looked handsome, yet snobbish and much less friendly than Cindy. Well, he was her choice. Of course, he might have had other good attributes I wasn't aware of.
I sat by myself at a large table, checked my phone, and later grabbed some of the delicatessen that were arranged buffet style. Suddenly, I felt somebody touching my shoulder. It was Jenna. She said Cindy wanted the dances to start shortly, and wished me to stay close to her, as she and I would dance first.
I walked through scores of people. Some were sitting, some were standing, and others putting food on their plates. I made sure Cindy saw me and waited for a sign, leaning on one of the columns. Ten minutes later, I heard an announcement, "And now, The bride will grace us with a performance on the dance floor. She will be paired with her dancing instructor."
I moved toward her and noticed her face reddened and her pulse increased. I bowed to her, invited her to join me, and whispered, "Cindy, I am here. Everything will be fine. I'll go slow until I feel you overcome your anxiety. But you are such a natural dancer that you'll be perfect."
She gave me her hand and the band began playing Waltz music. The dance area was empty with many guests around, watching us curiously. Before the dance, Cindy's body was hidden by too many guests around her. Now, I could see her with all her glory. As we were moving on the floor, I whispered, "Cindy, your dress is a work of art. You look so gorgeous - I envy your husband. He is unfair taking you from me..."
