“Do you think he noticed?” Torrie asked as she came up from under my desk.

“Don’t think so,” I smiled as I zipped my pants.

Torrie had just returned from her Honeymoon yesterday; Baxter and she had gone to Miami for a weekend by the beach, sun, and mojitos, as she had texted me.

Baxter had come to my office to tell me he was unhappy that his father had given me an office at the company while working at a grocery store.

The argument went back and forth while Torrie was under my desk, sucking my dick.

The poor guy didn’t even notice his wife’s purse was on the floor beside his chair. All he had to do was look down.

I kept staring at him and knew why his own father detested him. Everything was everybody else’s fault: the reason why he hadn’t gotten a promotion, the reason why his father liked his sister more than him, blah, blah, blah. It went on and on.

Baxter was one of those guys who had to point a finger at someone else for all the problems in his life. His father wasn’t paying attention to him, so it was my fault.

“Well,” Torrie said as she tried to exit my office.

“Umph!” Torrie said as I pushed her down onto my desk.

Like Baxter’s father had said when I first came into the office and started pushing my weight around, I was a man of action. If I wanted something, I took it without asking or waiting for approval. I took action and asked for forgiveness afterward.

“So rough!” Torrie smiled as I lifted her skirt and tore at her underwear.

I pushed my cock into her, and immediately I knew she had wanted someone like me in her life. Her wet hole was waiting for my cock to be thrust into it, and the tightness gripped my cock.

“That’s it!” Torrie said as I started fucking her.

‘Fuck you, Baxter!’ I thought as I fucked his newly wedded wife.

Torrie loved every second of me fucking her in my office. She didn’t ask me to stop as I firmly pushed her head onto the desk. Torrie begged me to slap her ass after the first time. Then she cried out for me to shoot my cum inside her unprotected womb.

‘Fuck that idiot!’ I smiled as I watched Torrie pull down her skirt.

I walked Torrie out of my office as I knew my cum was leaking out of her freshly fucked hole.

“Anytime you want to do that again,” Torrie said as we reached the elevator. “Just call me.”

“Oh, I will,” I smiled. “So be waiting.”

Torrie blew me a kiss as the elevator closed.

Chuck motioned for me to come to his office.

“Did you just fuck the wife of my son?” Chuck asked as I sat down.

“Minutes after he left your office?”

“I knew it was a good idea to hire you,” Chuck laughed.

“Thought you were about to fire me,” I stared at him.

“How do you think I got his mom?” Chuck asked.

“She was dating this loser, Frank something or the other,” Chuck laughed. “They were dancing on the dance floor, and I walked right up to her and asked if she would dance with me instead.”

“My sister’s best friend!” Chuck laughed. “And it was at her wedding, my sister was mad at me for years!”

“It’s like you said, take action,” I told him.

I didn’t wait long to call Torrie. That weekend, I messaged her and said I wanted her and her best friend together at my house for the whole weekend.

Instantly, I got a reply letting me know they would be right over.

I fucked Baxter and Frat Boy’s wives all weekend, never pulled out or used protection. Their bodies were mine to use as I saw fit for the whole weekend.

Whenever their husbands called, I made sure I was fucking them while they talked on the phone.

Sunday afternoon, I sent them back home.

“You Shouldn’t be,” Chuck smiled as he looked at his wife, sitting in the pews. He sat down next to her.

I stood next to my best friend as the music came on.

Torrie walked down the aisle dressed in all white.

It took me less than six months to take her away from Baxter. He didn’t even put up a fight at the end. I was sure he was glad to get rid of her, or so I thought.

Bride To Be Part Three: The Wedding

What was given would be taken away.

“Do you think he noticed?” Torrie asked as she came up from under my desk.



“Don’t think so,” I smiled as I zipped my pants.



Bride To Be Part Three: The Wedding

What was given would be taken away.

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