Samantha and Kevin had only been dating for five months when they decided to get married. It had been practically love at first sight for both of them and after a whirlwind romance. They decided to hold a small wedding at an historic in just outside of town. However there was going to be one extra guest in attendance, unbeknownst to the happy couple: Kevin's ex-girlfriend Amber.
Kevin had had been seeing Amber when he and Samantha first met. Samantha was supposedly Amber's best friend, who'd just returned from several years abroad. Sam and Amber had been so close as children that most people thought they were sisters. They even looked alike, tall and willowy, with long dark hair and similar squarish faces. When Sam needed a place to crash, Amber thought nothing of letting her stay in the spare bedroom until she got on her feet. Until one day she came home sick from work one afternoon and found the two of them in bed.
Six months after their split, Amber still felt deeply wounded. Revenge loomed large in her mind. The day before the wedding, she booked a room at a bed and breakfast less than half a mile from where the love of her life was due to wed her former best friend.
Having lived with Kevin for so many years, she knew him better than anyone. She'd already staked out the inn and knew that the bride and groom would sleep in separate but adjoining suites until their wedding night. Kevin, being superstitious, would spend his last night single alone. Amber slipped up to the window just outside of the dining area and peered inside. The rehearsal dinner was still going strong. Kevin's face was flushed and she guessed he was on at least his third glass of wine.
At the stroke of midnight she launched her plan. She hid in the hallway just outside the staff room and watched the door to the hotel security office. A server had just taken the purse Amber had left in the bathroom to the security desk for safe-keeping. Their shifts were about to change any minute. Just like clockwork the security manager came out of the office and let the door slam shut behind him.
Amber rushed up to him, looking flustered. "Sir, I forgot my purse in the bath room and I was told it might be in here. It would have been sometime within the past half hour or so..."
He unlocked the door and gestured for her to go in. "Just make sure it's closed tight on your way out."
She put her hand to her chest as she grinned, looking intensely relieved. "Thank you so, much - I've got everything in there!" She didn't, but he had no way of knowing that.
She hurried inside, thrilled that she had been left alone in the room - this had been even easier than she had dreamed. She took her phone and wallet out of her pockets and put them back into her purse. Her heart froze as she spotted the ring of master keys, just hanging on the wall behind the desk. This was easier than she had imagined.
As stealthily as she could, she lifted the rig off of the hook and held them in front of her chest, then she stood to the side of the room, out of sight from the door's window.
Each key was labelled. She slipped the key to the Groom's suite off of the ring and crammed it deep into the pocket of her pants. She then replaced the set of keys on the hook, and arranged them so that they were all clumped closely together.
Amber slipped upstairs to a bathroom on the second floor. She took the silk robe out of her purse, quickly stripped and put on the robe. Her body was electric from frisson as she applied a light coat of lipstick to her mouth in the same color Samantha always used. She tousled her hair some more, since Samantha's hair was a little thicker than hers.
She came back out into the hall and held her breath. She had less than ten hours to try to make Kevin hers again. The groom's suite was at the end of the hall, on the right after a final sharp turn. As softly as she could, Amber went up and unlocked the door.
Kevin lay on his back in bed, passed out cold. Most importantly, he was alone. She shut the door behind her and crept over to his side. His breath hissed gently in and out of his nostrils and his eyelids fluttered. Amber loosened the sash around her waist. Tension surged in her abdomen and chest as she slipped her robe off her shoulders and let it fall onto the floor. Underneath she wore a lacy white push-up bra with pink ribbon sewn around the edges, and matching white underpants. His favorite. She leaned down and whispered in his ear, "Kevin!"
Kevin stirred but didn't wake.
"Kevin," she hissed a little more loudly. He still didn't rouse. She sat on the mattress next to him. Looking at him adoringly, she stroked his chest with her fingers. "I still love you, Kevin." She lay down and snuggled next to him. He shifted closer to her too. "I missed you so much," she said in a low voice.
Kevin grunted and gave her hand a little squeeze. Her heart thudded in her chest as she ran her hand around his body. She opened her mouth slightly and let her tongue fall onto his lips. He was still out cold. Gently shaking his shoulder, she hissed in his ear, "Kevin! Wake up!"
He stirred and shifted his legs to give her more room on the bed.
"Hey baby," she said softly. She kissed his lips again. "Wake up, sweetie," she whispered breathlessly. She kissed and sucked around his neck and shoulders. It had always worked with him before.
Finally he roused. The two of them kissed, tongues exploring each other's mouths, while his hands felt around her waist. Soon his fingers had found their way to her bra strap. She reached behind and helped him unhook it and tossed it onto the floor next to the bed.
"Mm, Sam. I love you," he mumbled.
Amber scowled for a moment, then pushed any indignation out of her mind. He was with her, not Sam. Spiteful glee filled her as she realized how easy it was to fool Kevin into thinking she was his fiancée. He drowsily kissed her and groped her breasts. She lifted herself off of him so that he could pull off her underpants.
Kevin suckled each of her nipples until they were hard while Amber nudged him lower on the bed. He trailed his tongue around her navel and down to her clit. Her back arched with pleasure as his tongue probed her pussy. A gasp of pleasure escaped from her throat as he suckled her labia, then ran his lips and tongue around inside her soft moist folds. Oh, if only Sam could see them now.
"Take off your shorts," she whispered, tugging at the elastic waistband of his boxer briefs and then feeling around between his legs.
She lay on her back and covered her face with her hair while he struggled out of them. Now they were both naked. He kissed her belly, then her breasts, then up and around her neck. Her fingers crept along the fine fur of his abdomen and down to the thick shaft of his penis. Stroking it gently, it swelled and stiffened in her hands. She squeezed his balls and he groaned in response. She pressed her lips to his tip, then worked him with her mouth until he was good and hard. A little damp spot of pre-cum dribbled out. She savored the salty taste as she took his cock into her mouth.
His penis turned rock solid, sticking erect like a soldier. Amber's pussy was drenched as she guided him up inside of her. She bucked her hips gently, feeling his penis slide in and out of her in long strokes. Suddenly he pressed his head into her neck, wrapped his arms around her body, and pounded her. She hadn't had a good hard fuck in ages.
He stopped just as abruptly. "Shit, need a condom." One of the glasses nearly toppled off the table as Kevin reached for the drawer that was underneath. "Can't stretch that far. You try," he whispered, collapsing on top of her.
