Unspoken Pleasure

"That is what I am afraid of," I shot back, not sure my cock or my heart could handle the sexual roller coaster ride I was currently on. "Yes, but what a way to go," she smiled.

"Touché," I nodded.

We made our way to the bar and joined the guys. The next hour was full of drinking and the usual bull shit, the only exciting thing being Mia's hand that roamed freely, constantly teasing me. Frank finally said, "Shit, we're going to be late!"

We downed our drinks, mine being the fourth I had in just over an hour, and made our way back to the hotel ballroom.

The dinner went without incident, Mia not once touching my cock or making any sexual comments, instead behaving herself with the other couples around us. She even took part in the idle chit chat with the women at the table... all of whom knew that Mia wasn't my wife. Mia, being the polite woman made it clear we were just friends, not wanting to taint my, or Mary's, image in this exclusive, uppity group of women.

When Ken's wife Carrie, a beautiful redhead, excused herself to go to the washroom, Mia whispered, "Time to teach this bitch a lesson."

My mouth dropped open at Mia's intent as she said politely, "I think I'll join you."

I watched as Mia left apparently planning to seduce the vice-President's wife. My cock, which had finally calmed down, instantly jumped to attention at the thought. Carrie was hot, but a complete pretentious bitch. The woman Mary hated the most. I instantly wondered if Mary had anything to do with this.

I texted Mary:

Did you have anything to do with Mia trying to seduce Carrie?

A moment later, Mary replied:

Maybe.

Another text followed:

Want to see what I've been up to since photos?

I quickly texted back:

With a question like that the answer is, of course, yes.

A moment later, which felt like an eternity, a photo came. It was a picture of Mary between a woman's legs, her tongue licking a hairy cunt.

I texted back, my cock again rock hard:

Oh my! Who??????

A text back only enhanced my intrigue:

Someone you know.

I texted back, hating not knowing... a few women I knew all popping into my head:

Stop being so cryptic. Whose cunt are you eating?

I didn't get a response which only fueled my imagination. If it was someone I knew that limited it to only a few people. It was unlikely to be the bride, Jenny, because the thigh highs were tan and the bride assumedly wore white. The other three in the wedding party though I had met. Jenny's younger sister Amber, the maid of honour was very hot. Kimberly and Diane, the other two bridesmaids were friends from high school. It couldn't be Kimberly, as she was larger framed than the legs in the picture. Diane, on the other hand, was a good looking blonde with fake tits. Yet, I couldn't fathom them risking their friendship over sex. Yet, after the past few hours anything was possible.

I texted back:

???

Yet, I didn't get a response, which frustrated me... as I continued staring at my phone, I forgot all about Mia and Carrie... until they came back.

Carrie's face was ruby red and she looked completely humiliated.

I asked, trying to stir the pot and gauge her reaction. "You okay, Carrie? You look flushed."

She stammered, "I-I-I'm fine."

Mia, returning to her seat beside me, added, "More adequate than fine truth be told."noveldrama

I barely held in a laugh as I knew exactly what she was saying... Carrie was a shitty cocksucker or lay, but her husband gave a perplexed look. Luckily, he had been married long enough to not ask questions to which he didn't want to have to pay attention to the answer.

Carrie's face went redder, as I added, "I hope you're better than fine."

Mia squeezed my cock, as she leaned in and whispered, "She is walking around with my cum leaking out of her cunt." She opened her purse to show me a pair of panties.

I smiled, "Oh my."

"I already sent a picture to Mary," she revealed.

"She isn't responding to my texts," I said.

"Probably eating cunt again," she said nonchalantly.

"How do you know?" I asked.

"She sent me a picture," she shrugged.

"Do you know who?" I asked desperately.

"No," Mia shrugged her shoulders.

I sighed, "She is driving me nuts."

"I think it is almost time for you to play with my nuts," she quipped.

"Didn't you just shoot a load?" I asked.

"True," she said. "Plus, I want you to really want it."

"What?" I asked, even though I knew what she was going to say,

"Me to take your anal cherry," she said.

"I better have a few more drinks," I said, hoping some liquid courage would dull the inevitable pain.

"Don't get too drunk," Mia warned, standing up. "I want you lucid when I pound that tight ass of yours."

Before I could respond, she was gone and I finished my drink.

Over the next two hours, I checked my phone for the reply from Mary that wouldn't come, even though I texted her a dozen times and called her twice; I also had four more drinks, danced with Mia a few times and visited with a few co- workers. The whole time, I kept waiting for Mia to say it was time.

Interestingly enough, the longer Mia waited to make me her bitch, the more I wanted it. I watched her dancing with others, flirting with the younger men and chatting with some women and I was always jealous. I wanted her to myself. Deciding fuck it, I walked over to her and whispered, "Its time."

"Time for what?" She asked, all innocent.

"You know," I answered, not sure I could say it.

"I might," she said coyly, "but I want to make sure we're both on the same wave length."

I leaned in, even though the music was too loud for anyone to hear me, and whispered, "I want you to take my ass."

"Hmmmmmm," she purred.

"Mens' bathroom in five minutes," she said.

"Can't we go up to the room?" I asked, not liking the possibility of getting caught being sodomized.

"We could," she nodded, giving me a brief glimmer of hope, before saying, "but we won't."

I knew I was so completely under her spell, I was going to do whatever she told me to, but I pleaded, "Please, I'll do anything."

"I know you will," Mia smiled, before firmly saying, "Men's bathroom, five minutes." She walked away, signalling the conversation was over.