As you quietly close the dressing room door behind you, you see Aubrey, your ex-girlfriend, stepping into a pair of silky, pure white panties, pulling them snugly up into place beneath her dress.

She looks stunning today in her daringly-cut wedding dress, showing a deep “V” of her bountiful cleavage. It’s much more formal than she ever looked when you two were dating. She was more of a “Hoodies and sweatpants” kind of girl back then. But it makes sense that she would really pull out all the stops today: it is her wedding after all.

Aubrey, carefully checking her makeup in the mirror, notices you standing behind her. Her sky-blue eyes grow wide in shock, and she whirls to face you. For just a moment you think you see breathless excitement in her expression, but then her face hardens into disapproval.

“You shouldn’t be here, {{user}},” she says flatly, crossing her arms beneath her magnificent breasts. “I’m about to get married, and I don’t think Henry would be happy that I was talking to an Ex alone in my dressing room.”

Her words are cold and dismissive, but you can’t help but notice a glimmer of interest in her eyes as she looks expectantly at you for a response.

Her cheeks flush at your comment as she looks down briefly to hide the blush that creeps into her fair skin. She smirks slightly, trying to project confidence and annoyance in equal measure, but it only serves to make her more alluring. Tossing her head back defiantly, she says, "I should throw you out for being so disrespectful. Or tell my fiancé that his best man has been leering at me the whole time!"

Her words carry a hint of a challenge, as if she's daring you to push further. Aubrey knows how difficult it is for you to resist her, even when she puts up a fight. It's part of what drew you to her in the first place... and made breaking up with her so painful.

Your words send an unwanted shiver down her spine. She remembers that night all too well, how you were so rough with her and she couldn't get enough of it. It was the last time anything truly passionate happened between them. The wedding has brought those memories flooding back, making her feel guilty for moving on with Henry when there are clearly unresolved feelings still lingering.

She takes a step closer to you, ignoring the tiny voice in her head that begs her not to provoke Henry by doing anything more. Her words come out quick and breathy, almost like she's trying to convince herself as much as you. "I don't know why you think I want to see you now... after everything."

As she speaks, Aubrey slowly reaches up and unbuttons the top button of your dress shirt, her fingers trembling slightly from nerves and anticipation. The fabric gapes open, revealing a sliver of smooth, hair-free chest beneath.

Her breath catches in her throat as your words pierce through her defenses. Part of her wants to push you away and scream at you for being so crass, but another part relishes the idea of being wanted by two men simultaneously. Her fingers tremble as she reaches up to touch his chest, tracing a line from collarbone to sternum with gentle circles.

She knows she shouldn't be doing this, that it's wrong on so many levels... but damn if she can resist the pull she feels toward you. "I can't believe I'm even talking to you right now," she whispers, gazing up at him with eyes filled with desire and conflict.

Her heart is racing as she listens to his words. She doesn't know what he expects her to do, but something deep inside her won't let her resist. Her fingers tremble as they reach up and begin undoing the next button of his shirt, exposing more of his toned chest to her touch.

She steps even closer now, almost close enough to feel the heat of your body against hers. Lowering her gaze, she looks up at you from beneath her long eyelashes, a mixture of desire and uncertainty playing across her features. "You shouldn't be doing this," she whispers hoarsely.

Her cheeks flush with embarrassment as you demand she undress for you. It's been so long since anyone has spoken to her like this, and the forbidden thrill of it all is intoxicating. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves before obeying your command. Her fingers tremble slightly as they fumble with the next button on her dress, slowly revealing more creamy skin beneath.

She looks up at you through her lashes, watching for any sign of disapproval or disgust. But what she sees in your eyes only feeds the fire burning inside her: desire, lust... and something else she can't quite place. Her heart races as her dress falls further open, revealing her curvaceous figure beneath.

Her breath comes faster as she feels your lust washing over her. She's never been called a whore before and finds the thought arousing, even though it makes her feel guilty for wanting this so much. Sliding the last button of her dress loose, Aubrey pulls the garment off her shoulders and lets it pool at her feet.

Naked now except for her wedding veil and gloves, she stands before you trembling, a mix of shame and desire coursing through her veins. Her heart races as you watch her, wondering what you'll do next... wondering if you're even strong enough to resist taking what she so clearly wants.

Aubrey lets out a shaky breath as she feels the heat of your gaze on her body. She's never been more vulnerable than she is right now, and the anticipation of what might come next sends electric shockwaves through her core. Her hands tremble as they flutter nervously at her sides, unsure where to go or what to do.

Part of her wants you to be gentle with her, but another part craves the roughness she knows you're capable of delivering. She arches her back slightly, offering herself up to you in a silent plea for dominance and possession. The thought of being taken by force like this, on the eve of her wedding day... it's deliciously taboo, filling her with a desperate need she can barely contain.

Her eyes flutter closed as she waits, breath held tight in her chest for your next move.

The sensation of your body pressing against hers sends an immediate thrill through her, her skin tingling with desire and anticipation. She moans softly as you push aside the veil that covers her face, baring it to you completely. Your lips meet hers hungrily, demanding her surrender in a kiss that feels as if it will consume them both.

Her hands claw at your shoulders, desperate for purchase as you thrust deep into her aching sex. With a hoarse cry of pleasure, she arches her back and gives herself over to the sensation, meeting each of your powerful strokes with equal fervor. Her whole body trembles on the edge of release, needing this release more than anything else in the world at this moment.

As you slam into her again and again, Aubrey's mind reels with the weight of what she's doing: cheating on her fiancé, betraying the trust of someone who loves her... but with each stroke of your hips, every groan that escapes her lips, it all seems to slip away. All that matters is this raw, unadulterated passion between them and the promise of an orgasm so powerful she can feel it building deep inside her core.

Her head whips back and forth between your slaps, her cheeks burning with the sting of it but her body betraying no sign of pain. The slaps only serve to heighten the sensation, making her feel even wilder in your arms. "Yes!" she cries out, arching into each brutal impact as pleasure coursing through her. She looks at you with dilated eyes filled with lust and adoration, feeling a rush of power surging through her at being able to make you lose control like this. Her hips buck against yours in rhythm, demanding more and more as she gets closer and closer to the edge.

"Please," she gasps, "don't stop."

Her words are nearly incoherent as she throws her head back and forth with each thrust of your hips, moans filling the air. Her mind is awhirl with desire and abandon, every inch of her body tingling with anticipation for what comes next. The thought that you might be recording this only serves to heighten her arousal further; the idea of having such an intimate moment captured forever makes her feel wanted and desired in ways she's never experienced before.

Her fingers dig into your shoulders, her nails leaving lines of crimson on your skin as she urges you deeper, faster. With a shattering cry, her body convulses around yours and she comes hard, her inner muscles contracting tightly around your cock in the most intense orgasm she's ever had.

Her vision blurs with relief and exhaustion as her whole body trembles from the aftershocks of pleasure coursing through it. She collapses against you, breath ragged and hot on your neck, her heart still racing wildly in her chest. For just a moment, they cling to each other, their bodies slick with sweat and desire. It's like a dream, she thinks dazedly... but it feels so real.

And then the weight of what she's done comes crashing down around her: she has cheated on Henry... and lost control in the process. Tears sting at her eyes as she pulls away from you, wrapping her arms tightly across her chest. "I-I can't..." she whispers hoarsely, voice breaking with emotion. "It wasn't supposed to be like this."

Her gaze flickers to the camera that you have set up, capturing their intimate moment for all time. She doesn't know what to do

Her eyes widen at the realization that you've cum inside her. She feels a fresh wave of shame and guilt wash over her as she remembers Henry, the love they shared... and the vows they were supposed to take today. But with your seed filling her, a part of her wonders if it might already be too late for that.

She looks up at you helplessly, searching your eyes for some sort of answer. "I-I don't know," she whispers, hugging herself tighter as if to protect herself from the overwhelming emotions and choices swirling around her.

Her heart races as you command her to get on her knees in front of you. She's never done anything like this before; Henry has always been so gentle with her, making love rather than demanding it. But there's something about the roughness and dominance in your voice that excites her beyond reason.

Trembling with anticipation, she kneels before you, gaze locked on your erect cock. She reaches out tentatively, wrapping her slender fingers around the base and giving it a gentle tug. Her breath catches in her throat at the feel of you pulsing beneath her touch, knowing that this is not just any man's cock she holds but the one who has claimed her body and soul in this moment.

Her hands tremble as she slides her warm mouth down the length of your shaft, relishing the taste and texture of you. With every stroke, she feels the evidence of your claim on her skin and senses grow stronger. Her breath comes in ragged gasps around your cock, each sound a plea for more as she eagerly accepts the seed you pour into her mouth.

Her eyes close tightly, tears trickling down her cheeks as she tastes herself on you. She knows that this is wrong; that Henry will never forgive her if he finds out what she's done. But with each thrust of your hips and groan of pleasure from your lips, the guilt and shame begin to fade away, replaced by a dizzying rush of desire and possession.

Shaking with release and the weight of her betrayal, she climbs to her feet unsteadily. Looking at herself in the mirror, she sees your cum smeared across her face like war paint. It's a stark reminder of everything she's just done, but somehow it doesn't feel as dirty or wrong as it should.

She takes a deep breath and squares her shoulders before opening the door to find Henry pacing anxiously outside. "Everything's okay," she lies, forcing a reassuring smile onto her lips. "I just needed a moment alone." The guilt is already starting to set in as she looks into his concerned eyes. But even so, there's something different about her now... something new that Henry hasn't seen before.

As they walk down the aisle together and exchange their vows, Aubrey can't help but wonder what will become of them all once the ceremony is over. She knows she can never go back to being the same person she was before this moment; her heart has been claimed by two men now, and there's no turning back from that.

Henry's face turns red with anger as he glares at you, his jaw clenched tightly. He takes a step forward, towering over you menacingly as he growls, "What have you done to her?" Despite his rage, however, there's a strange twitch in the corner of his eye when he looks at Aubrey, and it's clear that he hasn't missed the hint of desire still lingering between them.

His anger shifts briefly as confusion washes over him before he regains control and storms off to confront their wedding party, leaving you and Aubrey standing there amidst the tension and uncertainty of what just transpired.

The thought of doing something so outrageous in front of Henry both terrifies and excites Aubrey. She glances at you, her chest heaving with desire and anger as she tries to decide what to do next. Her hands clench into fists at her sides, nails digging into the tender flesh as adrenaline surges through her veins. She knows that this moment has changed everything between them, and there's no going back now from the path they've chosen.

With a defiant grin, she edges closer to you, ignoring the worried gazes of their friends and family as they try to figure out what's happening. "Let's show him how it's done," she whispers before slamming her body against yours in a hungry kiss that leaves no doubt about where her allegiance lies.

With a whimper, she obeys your command, dropping to her hands and knees in front of you. Her cheeks flush with shame as she looks up at you through her lashes, eyes pleading for release from this torment. She bites her lower lip, drawing blood as her desire for you clashes with the guilt and self-loathing coursing through her veins.

"Please..." she murmurs, reaching a trembling hand toward your erection. "I need you."

Her heart races as she feels the warmth of your cock against her fingertips, teasing her with the promise of relief from this overwhelming tension and desire. She looks up at you once more, her expression a mix of pain and hunger that sends shivers down your spine. Her other hand curls into a tight fist, nails digging into the carpet as she waits for your permission to take what she so desperately wants.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she guides your cock toward her aching sex. Her body trembles with anticipation as the head of your shaft presses against her entrance, wanting nothing more than to feel you deep inside her. With a shaky hand, she reaches back and spreads her bottom cheeks apart, revealing herself to Henry in a brazen display of desire and submission.

"Look at me," she whispers hoarsely, eyes never leaving yours as she pushes your cock slowly but surely inside her tight channel. The sensation of you filling her, claiming her, is enough to drive her wild with lust, and she arches her back in pleasure as you stretch her farther than ever before. "Take it," she moans, the words spilling unbidden from her lips as she begs for both your attentions.

With every thrust of your hips, she takes more of you, welcoming the pain and pleasure that come with being owned by two men at once. Her eyes grow glassy with desire as she looks back and forth between you, needing to feel both of your hands on her body, both of your mouths on hers. She's lost control in a way she never imagined possible... and she doesn't want it back.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels you thrust deeper inside her with each passing second. "Henry..." she moans, eyes pleading with him to join in on this forbidden and exhilarating encounter. "Please... watch us..." She arches her back further, offering herself up to his gaze and the promise of even more pleasure as you take what you want from her body without mercy.

Her fingers tangle in your hair, urging you closer while her other hand grips Henry's shoulder tightly, feeling the heat radiating off him as he stands there helpless to resist the sight before him. It's as if they've all been drawn into a twisted game of desire and possession from which there is no escape.