Your Fiancée is Not Who You Thought She Was

You think you know someone when you get engaged to them, but people are remarkably good at hiding the parts of themselves they'd prefer to keep secret. As it turns out, though, your beautiful fiancée can't keep her inner naughty girl secret for very long once you've popped the question.

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You got down on one knee. You popped the question. She said yes. You slid the ring onto her finger. You stood. You embraced. You kissed. The people around you cheered in celebration.

You made love in your hotel room. You did so again the next morning. You made love again that night at home. You and Lindsay - now your fiancée - couldn't have been happier. Or so it seemed.

One week later she went out on a Friday night with her friends to celebrate her engagement. Lindsay wore a leather skirt and a tight top that made your loins stir with desire. You couldn't help but hope that she'd come home feeling a little bit horny and that you'd get to do naughty things to her in that skirt.

Lindsay's always been something of a party girl, so it wasn't a huge surprise when she got home a little after 2 a.m. It wasn't even entirely a surprise when she didn't come straight to the bedroom. Instead, you heard her in the kitchen and you imagined your fiancée making herself a late night bowl of ice cream or some other dessert as she was probably still feeling the effects of the drinks she'd consumed that night.

You slid out of bed, put on a t-shirt, and headed to join Lindsay. She was bent over and rummaging in the freezer when you walked in.

"Hey," you said.

She grabbed a pint of ice cream, stood, and kicked the freezer door shut. Lindsay stood and she looked beautiful in the way a girl sometimes does when she comes home from a long night of drinking and dancing with her friends. Her hair was a bit out of place, her makeup was a touch smeared, and her top seemed slightly misaligned, all signs that she'd had a damn good night.

"Did my beautiful fiancée have a good night?"

Lindsay set the ice cream on the counter and a moment later her lips found yours for a long, slow, deep kiss. Your hands grasped her ass through the leather skirt as her fingers danced through the hair on the back of your head. She tasted of alcohol - a vodka based drink, you guessed - though there was something else on her breath that you couldn't quite identify.

"I had an amazing night," she said. "I hope you weren't too lonely without me."

You shook your head. "Not at all. I missed you, of course. I mean, how could I not?"

She moaned softly and kissed your neck. "Yeah? You miss me when I'm gone, baby?"

Your dick was hard and you pressed your hips forward to make sure that she noticed. "I always do and I missed you tonight and I thought about you constantly. About how good you looked in this outfit. About how I wished I was out with you, dancing with you, kissing you, groping you."

She spun around and danced slowly to music she must have heard in her head. Her ass pressed into your crotch and she moved it from side to side, massaging your erection to the point that it felt a little painful as it throbbed with desire for her.

"We did do some dancing," she said softly. "Actually, we did a lot of dancing."

"I'm not surprised. I know you love to dance."

You kissed her neck and she moaned. You cupped her breasts and her head turned so your lips could meet for a deep kiss. Again you tasted vodka on her tongue and again there was something else you couldn't quite place.

"Baby...I saw my ex tonight," she said. "He was at the bar, actually. I didn't know he was going to be there, but he was."

"Which ex?"

"Grant."

Lindsay was still dancing, but you'd largely stopped moving. "You mean the guy that you thought you were going to marry before he cheated on you? That Grant?"

"Yes, that Grant. At first I just saw him from across the bar and I didn’t think he was going to come over. Things didn’t end well, obviously."

"But he did come over?"

She nodded. "He saw the ring. It was the first thing he mentioned when he came over."

Lindsay hopped on counter and popped open the pint of ice cream. She dug a spoon into the frozen sweet treat and slipped it into her mouth in a remarkably suggestive manner.

"Mmm, that's so good."

You could tell that something was off, that Lindsay was acting different than usual.

"What did you and Grant talk about?" you asked.

She looked down at the ice cream and then at you. "We talked a little about you. We reminisced a little."

"Reminisced?"

Another spoonful of ice cream disappeared into her mouth and then Lindsay smiled. "Yeah. We talked about when we were together. About the fun we had. Grant apologized for cheating on me. I forgave him."

There was something she wasn't telling you.

"Where were your friends while you were talking to Grant?"

"They were dancing. Sarah came over to check on me, but I told her I was okay."

She spread her legs a little and you stared at her thighs and wondered if she was trying to distract you. If so, it was working, as you couldn't help but think about pushing up her skirt, pulling aside her panties, and plunging your cock inside her.

"Grant asked me to dance," she said.

"Is that right?"

Lindsay nodded. "For old time's sake, he said."

"Did you guys go dancing a lot when you were together?"

"We met at a club. For a while we went to clubs and bars almost every weekend. I always found him irresistible when we danced. There was something about the way he moved his body...about the way our bodies moved together...it was like foreplay."

You saw her going to another place - in her head, at least - as she spoke. The jealousy that followed caught you off guard as you wondered if Lindsay ever found you irresistible in that way.

"Did you dance with him?" you asked.

She dug her spoon into the ice cream and set the pint on the counter. She slid off, straightened her skirt, and sauntered towards you.

"I did. For old time's sake."

Lindsay took your hand and placed it on her hip. She pulled out her phone and played a song you'd never heard. It had a good beat, though, and her hips began to move in time with it.

"Dance with me," she said.

You tried your best, but you've never been much of a dancer. You moved with her, though, and it felt - at least a little - like your bodies had melded into one. She smiled and leaned in. Her lips neared yours but she leaned right and kissed your neck.

"Is this how you danced with him?" you asked.

"Yes," Lindsay replied.

You noted that your crotch was pressed firmly against hers. "Were you really this close? Was his...was his dick pressing into you?"

She spun around and placed your hands on her hips as she continued to dance. "Yes," she said softly. "He was hard, too...just like you are."

"Did you keep dancing with him after he got hard?"

"I did."

Lindsay turned the music up and turned her head. You stared at her lips and she smiled.

"Kiss me," she said.

You kissed her. You pulled on her hips, pressing your cock into her ass. You moaned into her mouth.

"Your cock is so hard for me," she whispered.

You stepped away and she kept dancing. "Did he kiss you?" you asked as a sudden sense of panic enveloped you. "Did your ex-boyfriend kiss you? Did you kiss him?"

"Yes," she answered. Lindsay reached for you but you yanked your hand away and stepped until you were leaning against the refrigerator.

"Did you...did you say that to him?" you asked. "Did you say 'your cock is so hard for me’?”

"Yes."

There was no remorse on her part. No regret. No sorrow. It seemed to be the opposite, in fact. She was...excited.

"Why are you still dancing?" you asked. "You just confessed to basically cheating on me."

"Why are you still hard?" she replied.

You looked down and saw the bulge in your underwear. You weren't just hard. You were rock hard.

"You were dancing with me. You kissed me," you said. "That's why."

Lindsay closed the distance between the two of you. She kissed your neck and slipped a hand into your underwear. Her fingers encircled your cock and she moaned like she'd never been so turned on.

"That's not why," she whispered.

"Stop it."

She stroked you faster. She kissed you. You kept your lips closed, though. You refused to let her tongue enter your mouth. At least you tried. Your arousal got the better of you, though. She was stroking your cock. She was moaning. She looked so hot in her skirt and top. She smelled so good. She tasted so good.

"Wait, wait, wait."

Lindsay stepped back and looked at you like she wanted to devour you.

"Did you do anything else with him? Did you..."

You looked down at your underwear, at your bulge. You thought of her stroking you. You looked back up.

"Did you do to him what you just did to me?"

"Yes."

You were incredulous. "What the fuck, Lindsay? What the fuck!"

"He took me to his car. His SUV, I guess. He drives a Porsche. A Cayenne. It's gorgeous. The softest leather seats you've ever felt. Tinted windows."

"What? What?!"

"He kissed me in the parking lot. He put a hand down my skirt. He put his fingers inside me. He told me he knew I'd be wet for him. He told me he knew that I missed him, that I still wanted him. He told me he could see it my eyes when I first saw him at the bar."

"Stop!"

She rushed towards you. She lowered your underwear. She took your cock in her hand. You moaned and cursed yourself for doing so.

"You're still so fucking hard," she whispered into your ear. "I just told you that my ex-boyfriend had his fingers in my pussy and you're still so fucking hard. This isn't because I kissed you. This is because you're turned on by what I did."

"No."

She moaned like she was getting fucked. "I opened the door to the backseat. I crawled in. I took my top off as soon as I was sitting on those plush leather seats."

She stepped back and took her top off. Her bra followed. You turned to walk away but Lindsay grabbed your hand, spun you towards her, and kissed you. She placed one of your hands on her bare breast and your fingers acted of their own accord and kneaded her soft, perky flesh.

"I unzipped his pants as he played with my tits and kissed my neck," she said. "I took out his cock and stroked him just like I’m going to stroke yours."

Her hand found your cock. She wrapped her fingers around you. She stroked you slowly.

"You're the second man I've stroked today," she whispered as you continued to play with her tits. You noticed you were moaning, too, and moaning quite loudly. "He moaned just like you. It's been years since he got to enjoy my hand, though, so he probably liked it even more than you do."

You thought of her stroking him in the backseat of his car, which was a much nicer car than you drove. It seemed cruel of Lindsay to point that out, but she seemed to be in a cruel mood.

She took your hand and walked you out of the kitchen. You followed. Her phone remained on the counter, a new song having come on. Lindsay pushed you onto the couch and sat next to you. Your hand moved to her breasts without a moment's hesitation. Her fingers wrapped around your stiff cock a moment later.

"He told me he wanted to fuck me," she said. "I had his cock in my hand. He was kissing my neck and playing with my tits and I was so fucking wet for him and he told me he wanted to fuck me."

You closed your eyes. You wanted to know what happened next, and yet you dreaded knowing.

"Did you fuck him?"

"No," she replied. "I sucked his cock."

You moaned for a moment before clamping your lips shut. Your cock surged in her hand, the head swelling up. Your loins tightened in the way that happens as you're nearing an orgasm. It was getting harder to deny that you were turned on by her cheating.

"I bet I'm not the first girl to suck his cock in the back seat of that gorgeous car. It's hard not to be impressed when you're in it. It's hard not to be a little more interested in the man that owns the car. It's not fair, but that's just the way it is."

"Please..."

"Shhh, baby. Don't fight it. I know you like this. I know you're turned on by this. I know you're more turned on than you usually get. A lot more turned on, in fact. I know if I took you in my mouth right now that you'd probably cum in an instant."

She was right. You weren't going to admit it, but she was right.

"Grant doesn't cum that quickly, which is why I knew he wouldn't blow his load if I sucked his dick a little bit."

You groaned.

"The truth is, I really miss sucking his cock," Lindsay continued. "I'm not sure why, but sucking your dick just isn't the same. It doesn't make my pussy wet in the same way that sucking Grant's does. I wasn't entirely sure that was true, but it is. It's the absolute truth, sweetie. Sucking Grant's dick makes my pussy wet and sucking yours doesn't."

"Please, stop..."

You could hear how unconvincing you were. The tone of your voice made it sound like you were asking her to continue, which is precisely what she did.

"I sucked him until he was dripping precum."

She released your cock, pulled her skirt up around her waist, and removed her panties swiftly. She straddled you and a moment later you were inside her.

"You fucked him?" you asked.

She sank down on your cock, nodded, and kissed you softly.

"I rode his beautiful cock in the backseat of his beautiful car. He filled and stretched me in a way I haven't felt since I broke up with him, since he cheated with that worthless whore Samantha."

Lindsay rocked her hips back and forth, bathing you in the extreme wetness of her pussy.

She brought your head to her breasts and you offered no resistance, parting your lips to shower her soft, perfect, sensitive flesh with kisses. You sucked on her stiff nipples, too, and she rewarded you with blissful moans while running her fingers through your hair and holding you close.

"I fucked him just like this," she said.

You panicked. Did she mean exactly like she was fucking you? You tried to talk, but your words were muffled because her breasts were pressed against your face.

"Don't worry, baby, I'm on the pill."

She confirmed your fears. She’d let Grant cum inside her, and yet it wasn't anger or despair that followed. Instead, it was an orgasm unlike any other. An orgasm that made your eyes go unfocused. An orgasm that made your fingers and toes tingle. An orgasm that left your whole body weak.

"I was right," she whispered. "You're turned by my cheating."

You didn't bother trying to deny it. She had all the proof she needed.

"That's good, because the truth is, you're engaged to a slut," she said softly. "I kept that part of myself hidden for a while, but it came out tonight and I'm afraid it's not going away anytime soon. You can call off the engagement if you like, but I don't think you're going to, because I'm going to keep taking care of you like I did tonight."

"Who's going to take care of you?"

She leaned back, smiled, and caressed your face. "You, and Grant, and anyone else I desire. I'll try and get it out of my system before the wedding, but I can't guarantee anything. Don't worry, though, it'll be at least a year before we get married so you'll have plenty of time to decide if you can handle being married to an unrepentant slut."

Lindsay leaned forward and softly kissed you on the cheek.

"No matter who else I fuck, I'll always take care of you, baby. You'll always be the one I come back to, the one I make cum harder than the others," she whispered. "I promise, you're the only one I'll love forever."

It was insane, but you wrapped your arms around her and pulled her close.

"Do you want to be married to a guy that can afford a car like the one Grant drives?" you asked.

"I do," she admitted.

"Then I guess I better start working harder to take care of you."

"That's a very good idea, baby. A very good idea."

She's not the woman you thought she was, but she might be the woman you've always needed.