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"It's great to see you again, slut," he whispered while pushing his groin into hers.

"Mike, please," protested Jenny.

"Be a pleasure, babe."

"I don't mean that!"

"I do," he growled. "I'm going to fuck you."

"But your wife..."

"Rita? She's not my wife. She's my slut... just as you are."

"Please, Mike. I'm engaged. We're getting married next Saturday."

"I love fucking married pussy."


"No?" he laughed. "Remember, I own your ass, sweetheart. I'll fuck you whenever and wherever I like. Having you living next door is going to be very convenient, don't you think?"

Jenny thought that he was going to take her right there, just to prove that he could. It would be just like him. Deep down, she wished he would, just to get everything out in open before the wedding. If Jason ever found out about her... Mike was nibbling on her ear, getting her hot, when Rita walked in. Rita cleared her throat to make her presence known.

Mike looked back over his shoulder and disengaged, giving Jenny a knowing wink. He would indeed fuck her, Jenny knew, and it would be soon. Maybe not now, at this very minute, but he would and soon. He would fuck her, as often as he liked, until he tired of her again, then, like the last time, he would give her to a friend or rather friends for their use. Just the thought of it made her pussy gush.

Mike casually grabbed two beers from the fridge and rejoined Jason, leaving the two women alone in the kitchen. Rita regarded the flustered Jenny. "Don't get upset, sweetie. I know Mike, I know him very well. His libido is always in overdrive. I learned long ago that Mike gets what Mike wants. But here's the corollary, Rita gets what Rita wants too."

"I think we'd better go home," Jenny whispered.

"What? And miss the party?"

"I don't think you understand," came the quiet plea.

"Oh, I understand. You and Mike have a history. He told me... about a half hour ago. He also told me that he was going to take you. Take you make you squeal. Take you and make you beg for for more. Well, you might have been his number one slut back in college, but that honor now belongs to me. You'll just be number two, honey, which is good because you are going to be married to that hunk out there. So, here's the deal... You want to go home? Okay, in a few minutes we're all going over to your house to go swimming. From there, we'll just have to see what happens next."

Rita poured two glasses of wine. Handing one to Jenny, she said, "Relax, Jenny and have fun. There's really nothing either you or I can do. Mike's going to get what he wants and what he wants is you. You might as well enjoy it. I'll take care of Jason."

Alone again in the kitchen, Jenny took a gulp of cold wine with a trembling hand. 'How could this be?' she asked herself. 'I'm not like that anymore. Gawd, what will Jason think of me?' Tears began to well up when she heard the rest of the party coming into the kitchen.

"C'mon, honey," called out her husband-to-be with a slight slur, "We're going to our place to swim. Rita's going to lend you another bikini. Something sexy! Really sexy!"

A few minutes later, the party had moved next door. Jenny regarded the small strips of material that she was supposed to wear while Jason changed into a pair of his trunks. Like the bikini Rita lent her the other night, this one barely contained her boobs, but the top was generous compared to the thong bottoms that covered none of her ass. "Try it on," urged her fianc__e with a slur.

"I can't wear this," she protested.

"You'll look great in it!" Jason said while steadying himself. "Put it on!" Jenny slipped into the minimalist bikini. "Turn around," he ordered. "Damn, what an ass! You look great!" Jenny wrapped the diaphanous sarong wrap around her shapely hips, grateful for the little cover that it provided.

She seemed to be in a daze as Jason led her out to the pool area.