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.

Your words take her by surprise, and she seems momentarily flustered. Her cheeks flush pink as her gaze drops to the floor before flicking back up to meet your eyes again. She swallows nervously, then laughs quietly. "That's... that's nice of you to say," she murmurs, seeming a bit more relaxed now.

Her hand instinctively reaches up to play with her bubblegum-pink nipples through the fabric of her dress, causing them to harden beneath your gaze. The image is jarring and arousing in equal measure. "You shouldn't be here, josh," she repeats, trying to remind herself that this isn't right.

But it feels so good having you near again. Her mind swirls with conflicting emotions as she wonders how far she can push it without crossing the line into full-on cheating on Henry. She steps closer to you, her lips inches from your ear. "You always did know how to make me feel special," she whispers, her breath tickling your neck.

Her fingers snake around your tie, pulling you even closer. Her heart is racing now, and she can't help but wonder what might happen next...

At your touch, she gasps softly, eyes fluttering closed as you cup one of her perfect breasts through the thin fabric of her wedding dress. Her nipple pebbles even harder beneath your palm at your possessive grasp, and a shudder runs down her spine. She feels so overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through her body that for a moment she almost forgets to speak.

Her lips part slightly as she struggles for air, trying to form words but finding herself incapable of anything but soft moans and gasps. Your touch sends shockwaves of desire cascading through her, making it impossible for her to think clearly or focus on anything but the physical pleasure you're giving her.

"T-this," she stammers, reaching up with one hand to thread her fingers through your hair as she leans in closer still. "You always knew how to touch me just right." Her hips start to grind against yours, seeking friction where there should be none. "And you made me feel like I was the only one who mattered," she whispers hoarsely, arching her back so that her breasts are offered up even more temptingly to your mouth.

The guilt and shame from earlier begin to melt away under the heat of desire that burns between them now. For just this moment, she could pretend that none of it had happened, that they were still together. That this was her wedding day...to you.

As your lips trail heat along her neck and the kisses intensify, Aubrey lets out a moan that vibrates through her body. She had been so sure that she was over you, that she could move on with her life without ever looking back. But now, with your warmth enveloping her, it's impossible to ignore how much she missed this feeling, how much she ached for it deep inside.

The shame and guilt briefly flare up again, reminding her of what she's about to do: ruin her wedding day by cheating on Henry with you. But the arousal coursing through her veins drowns out all other thoughts, making it almost impossible for her to think clearly or make rational decisions.

Her hands claw at your back, digging into the muscles there as she arches her back further, pressing herself against you. "Henry does try," she pants, gasping for air as another shudder of pleasure runs through her body from your touch. "He's a good man...but it's just...never been like this with him."

She whimpers when you nip at her earlobe and slides one hand down to cup her ass, kneading the soft flesh there, making her long to feel you inside of her. It feels so good to be wanted like this again, even if it means risking everything else that she has ever worked for. For just a moment, she imagines what it would be like to run away with you, to leave all of this behind and start over together. But reality quickly crashes back in as the sound of footsteps approach down the hallway.

"Aubrey? Are you ready dear?" Henry's voice calls out from just outside the door, concern lacing his tone. She freezes at the sound of it

aubrey takes a breath "im almost ready henry" so answers quickly

Her heart pounds in her chest as you move closer still, their breath mingling together just before your lips brush against hers. It's a gentle kiss at first, soft and sweet like they used to share when they were first dating, but it quickly deepens, consuming her senses with an overwhelming desire for more.

Her arms circle around your neck as she parts her lips, welcoming you inside, the taste of you sending a shiver down her spine. His hands are everywhere, stroking her bare skin through the delicate lace of her wedding dress, unbuttoning her bodice and baring one perfect breast to his hungry mouth.

A moan escapes her lips as he sucks gently on her nipple, teeth scraping lightly against the sensitive skin. She arches further into him, grinding against his erection in desperation, needing more of this connection, this raw desire. Even as guilt and shame struggle for dominance inside her, she finds herself unable to resist the powerful pull that draws her toward you.

She reaches down, fumbling with your belt buckle, anxious to feel you inside her at last. Her fingers tremble as they work frantically to undo the clasp, the need for release building within her like a storm. With a triumphant cry, she manages to yank your pants down around your hips, revealing your hardened length throbbing in anticipation.

She lets out a gasp as you thrust forward, impaling herself on your cock with one smooth motion. It's like coming home after being away for far too long; it feels right and wrong all at once, impossibly intimate despite the circumstances. But she can't deny how good it feels to finally have this part of her life back

Her eyes flutter closed as you fill her up, stretching her tight canal in a way that feels both achingly familiar and gloriously new all at once. The initial shock of penetration gives way to pure bliss as your cock begins to flex within her, pushing deeper still with each powerful thrust. Her hips rise off the ground to meet yours, their rhythm swiftly becoming erratic and desperate as she chases after the release that's been denied her for far too long.

"Harder," she pants, arching into your touch as you comply without hesitation. The headboard slams against the wall behind them with each impact, reverberating through their bodies like a primal drumbeat. Her nails rake down your back, leaving trails of fire in her wake, and she moans his name over and over again, unable to contain the tidal wave of pleasure that's building inside her.

As you reach your peak, Aubrey cries out your name in echo as her body tightens around yours in perfect synchrony. Her inner muscles ripple greedily, milking every last drop of your release from your cock as she comes undone beneath you. Her legs tremble and weaken, finally forced to give way as her orgasm subsides.

Sweat glistens on both of their bodies, mingling together in the intimate dance they share. She can feel the weight of his satisfaction inside her, evidence that he's given everything he had. For just this moment, she is able to pretend that nothing else exists but them and the unquenchable desire that burns between them.

But as your breathing begins to steady, her thoughts turn back to reality: Henry is waiting patiently outside, unaware of what's happened in here. The guilt r

The question catches her off guard, and she opens her eyes to meet your gaze. Part of her wants nothing more than to run away with you right now, leaving everything behind; the other part knows that she can't bring herself to hurt Henry like that. Tears well up in her eyes as she struggles for an answer.

"I don't know," she whispers hoarsely, gently pushing against your chest until you roll off of her. The loss of contact feels like a punch to the gut, and it takes every ounce of strength not to cave under the weight of her conflicting emotions. "I mean...I love him, but I...I don't know what to do."

Her hands are trembling as she reaches down to tug at the hem of her dress, trying desperately to compose herself. The pain and confusion in her eyes are a sharp contrast to the lust that had consumed them mere moments ago. "You can't tell me what to do," she says fiercely, even though a part of her knows that you're the one person who could make this decision so much easier for her.

The sound of footsteps in the hallway grows closer; it's almost time to walk down the aisle and begin her new life with Henry. But all she can think about is what just happened between her and josh. She knows that no matter what she does now, someone is going to get hurt, but she can't seem to find a way out of this mess without causing more pain.

Aubrey lets out a strangled cry as you touch her so intimately, the memory of your cock inside her pulsing through her veins and reigniting the need for release. She arches into your fingers, helpless against the powerful sensations that rush over her body like an unstoppable tide.

"Oh God," she whispers hoarsely, barely able to get the words out. "I can't think about this right now..." Her hands tremble as she yanks down her panties, finally freeing herself from the last vestige of modesty that had been clinging to her.

The sound of footsteps grows louder, and she knows she needs to get moving or risk being caught. With shaky steps, she forces herself up off the floor, wincing at the ache between her legs as she does so. She quickly smoothes out her dress and takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself before opening the door.

As she approaches the threshold, her heart pounds in her chest like it's about to explode. All she can think about is how incredibly wrong this feels; how she wants nothing more than to be with you instead of marrying Henry. But at the same time, she knows that she made a commitment, and she has to honor it. Or does she?

The words fall from your lips like a siren's song, their seductive allure impossible to resist. As you watch her through hooded eyes, her skin flushed with desire and shame in equal measure, it's clear that she is conflicted. A part of her wants nothing more than to throw caution to the wind and run away with you; another part knows that she has responsibilities, promises she can't simply discard like a used kleenex.

Her fingers tremble as they reach up to nervously twist a strand of hair around them, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tries to compose herself. For just a moment, you think she might say yes; that the temptation has become too much for her to bear. But then reality sets in, and the pain in her eyes tells you everything you need to know.

"I can't," she whispers hoarsely, shaking her head as tears begin to spill down her cheeks. "I'm so sorry." With that, she steps out into the hallway, leaving you alone once more with your thoughts and regrets. As she walks down the aisle toward her awaiting groom, all you can do is watch her retreating figure and pray that someday she finds peace with her decision...and perhaps even forgiveness.

Her heart races and her stomach twists as she hears your voice calling after her. She can't look back at you; it would be too much. The pain in your eyes would cut deeper than the blade of a knife, and she isn't strong enough to bear that right now. As she takes each step closer to Henry, she forces herself to focus on the future they could have together, despite the ache that still lingers from what happened mere moments ago.

It was wrong, so very wrong, but it felt so good too. Your touch ignited something inside her that had been dormant for far too long. It made her remember what passion and desire felt like, how it can consume you completely. And now she's left standing at the altar, torn between two worlds: one filled with safety and stability, the other with danger and recklessness.

Her fingers tremble as they slip into Henry's waiting hand. She squeezes his hand gently, trying to reassure him that everything is alright despite the turmoil raging within her. His touch grounds her in a way nothing else can; it reminds her of who she is and who she wants to be. And yet...the memory of your flesh pressing against hers, the taste of you still lingering on her tongue, refuses to be banished from her mind.

She meets Henry's eyes as they recite their vows, promising eternal love and fidelity to each other. A tear slides down her cheek, but it's not a tear of sadness or regret. It's a tear for the life she could have had with you...and perhaps someday, under different circumstances, she might still get that chance. But for now, all she can do is try to focus on making her choice the right

As the words ring out through the chapel, your eyes meet hers and something inside her shatters like fragile glass. Her heart races and she feels as if everyone in the room can see right through her; they must know what you just did to her. The pain and guilt rise up within her, a tangible weight that seems to grow with every passing second.

Her gaze flicks away from yours, unable to bear the intensity of your stare. She clutches at Henry's hand even tighter, seeking comfort in his touch as she tries to steady her breath and focus on the promises they're about to make. But despite everything, she can't help but feel a sense of loss and longing wash over her.

It would be so easy for her to run away with you right now, to forget all about Henry and their love. She knows that she could find happiness in your arms; she felt it just moments ago, in the dressing room. But reality quickly intrudes on her fantasies, reminding her of the life they've built together, of the promises she's made and the future they were supposed to share.

As the ceremony draws to a close and the officiant asks if anyone objects to their union, your eyes lock with hers once more. A jolt of panic runs through her; what is she going to do? In that moment, it feels as if the whole world has come crashing down around her ears. She tries to look away again but finds herself unable to break eye contact with you.

Her heart pounds in her chest as she stands there, frozen in time and space, caught between two worlds. The choice seems impossibly huge and terrifying; the consequences of either decision irreversible. But finally, when it seems like she might explode from the tension and confusion, a tiny

She sees it in your eyes, that look of desperation and longing that she knows all too well. It's the same one she saw when you kissed her earlier, the one that made her heart race and her body ache for your touch. And as she stands there beneath the watchful gaze of everyone around them, she can't help but wonder what her life would be like if she gave in to those feelings, if she chose you over Henry.

Her fingers tremble as they dance restlessly at her sides, wanting nothing more than to reach out and touch your face. Your words echo through the chapel like a haunting melody, each syllable slicing through the tense silence and carving a place in her heart that has always belonged to you.

She knows she should say something; she should object or explain her decision. But the truth is, she doesn't know what to do. Her mind is spinning with conflicting emotions, each one pulling her in a different direction, demanding its due. The pressure of this moment feels like it might crush her under its weight.

As if from far away, she hears the officiant clear his throat impatiently, a reminder that time is running out and she needs to make a choice. She looks at Henry, sees the love in his eyes and feels a pang of guilt deep within her soul. And then she looks back at you, the man who holds her heart in his hands, and knows without a doubt that this decision will change everything.

Taking a deep breath, she steps forward, the hem of her wedding dress rustling softly around her ankles as she moves. The silence in the chapel is deafening as everyone watches her approach the altar; they must be able to feel the weight of her decision as heavily as she does

Her heart races and her stomach twists as she takes each step closer to you. This is the hardest thing she's ever had to do; to walk away from one man who loves her and toward another. But deep down, she knows that this is what she needs to do. She reaches out, placing a trembling hand on your arm, feeling the strength and warmth emanating from you, wishing that things could be different but knowing they can't.

"Henry," her voice comes out thin and strained, "I- I'm sorry." Her gaze drops to the floor, unable to meet his eyes as she struggles to find the words to explain herself. "It's just... there's someone else. Someone who made me realize that my heart is somewhere else." She pauses, her voice barely a whisper now. "I can't marry you, Henry. I don't want to hurt you, but I need to follow my heart, even if it means losing you."

There. It's out in the open now; the truth laid bare for all to see. The silence that follows feels like a physical weight pressing down on her shoulders, making it difficult to breathe. She expects Henry to say something, to try and stop her or plead with her not to go through with this. Instead, he only looks at her, his eyes full of pain and betrayal, and nods slowly, almost imperceptibly.

"I understand," he says eventually, his voice barely above a whisper. "You always knew I would understand." She can see the tears forming in the corners of his eyes as he takes a step back, giving her the space she needs to make this decision. And even though it feels like the world is crashing down around her, she knows that somehow, someday, she