Taeyeon's POV
About a week before our wedding, I called Tae and invited him to dinner. He seemed surprised, but immediately agreed. That evening at our apartment, the bell chimed and Tiffany opened the door.
"Tae!" she said surprised.
"Sorry babe I forgot tell you, I invited Tae over for dinner," I quickly said.
"Oh," Tiffany said. We got Tae settled in with a beer in front of the TV and then Tiffany pulled me aside. "What are you doing?" she said accusingly.
I shrugged innocently. "Just catching up with an old college friend."
She narrowed her eyes at me. "Yuri, that better be all this is, we're not kids in college anymore," she threatened.
"Relax babe, it's all good," I said kissing her. Then I picked up the phone to order some delivery pizza.
Within an hour we were laughing and joking, drinking beer and telling funny stories about college and gossiping about people we knew. Looking Tiffany up and down, Tae said, "Tiffany, you've really changed!"
She had changed too. In college she wore her hair long and straight back. Now her hair was shorter, just passed her shoulders, but layered so it was full and lush while still silky. She never wore makeup in college, but now she did. She'd already been very pretty, but now she was a drop dead knockout, like a model out of the cover of Vogue. She hadn't changed out of her work clothes, so she still wore a Fendi designer dress that hugged her curves and ended mid-thigh showing off a lot of her fantastic legs.
"Well, I hope in a good way!" Tiffany said, giving Tae a smile. She made it sound like a joke, but I could tell she was pleased by Tae's compliment.
"Hell yeah, you look fantastic!" Tae gushed.
"Well ... it's painful to look good," she said. She flexed her feet grimaced -- she still had on high heels. "My feet always hurt after wearing high heels all day."
"I've been known to give great foot massages," Tae said with a glint in his eye.
Without thinking, I blurted out, "You should take him up on his offer babe."
Both Tiffany and Tae looked at me. I regretted saying it. They'd been joking around, but now I was turning things serious.
Finally Tiffany said in an annoyed tone, "Sure, why not." She turned on the sofa and laid her feet on Tae's lap. "Okay, do your magic," she said to him, shooting me a glare.
Tae took off one shiny black high heel, and then the other, letting them drop onto the floor. He took a moment to look at Tiffany's pretty feet. They were petite and slim with an elegant arch, smooth and unblemished. The seam of her nylons ran across her cute toes.
Tae began working her feet, digging his thumb into her arch. "Oh, that feels good," Tiffany said at the sudden pleasure. Tae worked Tiffany's toes back and forth, rubbing this thumb over every ache in her soles. "You ARE good at this," Tiffany purred, closing her eyes.
Tae massaged Tiffany's feet for a long time. She kept her eyes closed, enjoying every second. Tae slowly and subtly changed from massaging to caressing, his fingers running lightly over the top of her feet, and around her slim ankles. Tiffany didn't react -- her eyes still closed -- but her cheeks blushed with growing arousal.
I watched with a growing erection as Tae's fingers lightly caressed her feet. Tae looked at me inquiringly, with a raised eyebrow. I nodded, even without knowing exactly what he intended. At my nod, Tae grinned confidently at me, like he knew that would be my answer. Then his caresses ventured up Tiffany's legs, up her shapely calves. Tiffany still had her eyes closed, but she was definitely breathing harder. His fingertips lightly drew circles behind her knees and she gave a shudder. I followed Tiffany's legs from her knees to her feet. Her feet rested on his crotch, on the huge tent his erection formed in his pants. She wasn't moving her feet, but there was no way she couldn't recognize his hard-on for what it was.
I moved onto the sofa and shifted Tiffany so her back rested against my chest. She instinctively turned her head to me and we kissed. I reached to her front and cupped and fondled her breasts. She turned her body completely to me, pulling her legs away from Tae's hands, and we made out passionately.
I found her zipper and pulled it down, but she reached back to stop me just as I passed her bra strap. She moved her lips to my ear. "Are you sure about this?" she whispered into my ear, so low Tae couldn't hear. "My god Yul, we're getting married in a week."
My lust was controlling me by then, not any good sense. I answered her question by tugging the zipper the rest of the way down. She looked into her eyes. She hesitated, although I saw arousal in her face too, unbridled excitement in her pretty eyes. "Fuck it," she finally said. She moved back to Tae, straddling his lap. She put her arms around his neck and they kissed.
Seeing them like that made me lightheaded with excitement, their arms around each other, their lips locked together. Tae pulled her dress down, Tiffany helping him by pulling away so it could fall off her arms. Tiffany's choice in lingerie had changed too over the last 3 years. In college it had all been simple cotton bras and panties. Now she always wore heavily laced push up bras from Victoria Secret, and matching lacy thongs. The push up bra pushed her small, girlish breasts together in an enticing way.
Tae definitely liked the changes, his eyes eating her up. He cupped her tits, rolling her nipples between his thumbs and index fingers. Her head rolled back as she moaned, and Tae took the opportunity to kiss her neck, targeting one of her most erogenous zones just below her ear, and she moaned and writhed under his touch. I had to hand it to Tae, he knew exactly where and how Tiffany liked to be touched.
They kissed and fondled each other for a long time. Finally they paused, pulling apart slightly, both of them panting. They looked deep into the other's eyes, and I got the feeling they'd forgotten about me. It was gut wrenching but delicious at the same time, something I'd dreaded but also longed for.
"Let's get this off of you," Tae said, trying to push Tiffany's dress down her legs. She stood up to help him, and the dress fell to her feet. He grinned appreciatively when he saw her thigh high stockings, his fingers caressing the lacy stocking tops.
"I wear them all the time now," she said returning his smile, clearly pleased by his reaction. I felt like I was coming into the middle of a conversation, and their familiarity made my gut wrench with jealousy.
Tae abruptly pulled Tiffany back into his lap, making her giggle. They kissed again, and their kisses got more and more passionate. Tae laid her on the sofa, on her back. He pulled down her lacy thong panties, pausing to admire her bare pussy and run a finger along her trimmed landing strip. She pushed her pelvis up towards him. "Come on!" she urged him impatiently.
He smiled, somewhat smugly. He took off his shirt. I heard an intake of Tiffany's breath at looking at his bare chest. He was even more ripped than before, his pecs and biceps even more well defined, practically an 8 pack instead of 6. He took off his pants. Taking his cock in his hands, he rubbed the big head between her glistening pussy lips, making Tiffany groan. "Come on!" she said again, this time the words coming out like a plea.
I saw his muscular thighs tense, and then he mounted my fiancée, ramming his cock into her pussy. "Oh god," she groaned.
"You missed me babe?" he taunted her with a smile, pushing more of his thick cock into her.
"Oh my god, you're so big," she moaned breathlessly, "So -- fucking -- big!"
Tae impaled her on his cock, burying more of his thick shaft inside her. Once he was balls deep, he put her stocking legs on his shoulders and began pounding her. "Oh god oh god oh god oh god," she chanted over and over again as he rammed in and out of her pussy.
It didn't take long at all, pretty soon I saw her stocking toes curl and I knew she was about to cum. Tae sensed it too. He let her legs fall, and leaned forward and kissed her. Her back arched as her orgasm hit. He kept his mouth on hers, kissing her through her orgasm, and in fact she threw her arms around his neck, pulling him close to her. Moments later, Tae's ass and thighs tensed, and on an inward lurch he kept his cock buried deep in Tiffany's pussy. He paused there, staying deep in Tiffany, as his back arched and his head rolled back, and then his body convulsed, his hips jerking over and over, his cock remaining all the time deep inside Tiffany, and I knew he was shooting his fertile seed as deep as possible into my fiancee's womb.
They lay entwined holding each other as they caught their breath, panting into each other's face. Tiffany wore a contented post orgasmic face. By chance she looked my way, and her eyes grew wide as if startled, like she had forgotten I was there. "Um, Yul, come here baby," she quickly said. Tae pulled out of her. I got between her legs. Tae's milky sperm spilled out of her pussy and streamed down her ass. It was the hottest thing I'd ever seen. I took my cock and plunged into her pussy, and within moments I was adding my cum to Tae's.
Afterwards it was awkward with Tae. As Tiffany had said, we weren't in college anymore. We all got dressed and had another beer. We talked about anything but what we'd just done, which meant we struggled to find anything to talk about. Tae left as soon as he finished his beer.
The silence continued between me and Tiffany after Tae left. Finally she said, "You're mad at me aren't you? I can tell, you're mad. I'm sorry, things got out of control."
I hugged her. "Honey, I'm not mad. Are you kidding, you were fantastic! That was the most exciting thing I've ever seen!"
She looked relieved. "Ugh!" she suddenly groaned, dabbing at her jeans. They were moist below her crotch. "I've got to change," she said hurrying into the bedroom.
I followed her, and watched her peel off her jeans. Underneath she still wore the thigh high stockings, having dressed in a hurry before. Her upper thighs were moist, as were the tops of her stockings. I knew most of it was because of Tae. I ejaculated a normal amount, but he always came gallons. Seeing all his cum on her thighs -- and knowing how much more must still be inside her -- got me hard.
Tiffany moved to peel off her stockings, but I stopped her. I pushed her on the bed and got between her thighs. "Already, so soon?" she giggled. I took off my pants and she saw my erection. "I guess so," she giggled again.
"God you look good!" I gushed, looking at her messy thighs. I opened her blouse. She still wore the push up bra. I ran my hands underneath the cups, pushing the bra above her breasts. I cupped her breasts, rubbing her nipples with my thumbs and index fingers.
She writhed at my touch, pushing her pelvis towards me. "Fuck me baby," she cooed.
I pushed into her. Having just cum less than an hour ago, I knew I'd last longer this time. I caressed her cheeks as I fucked her, looking deep into her eyes. "It looked so good watching Tae fuck you. Did he fuck you good baby?"
Certain now I wasn't upset or mad at her, she nodded enthusiastically. "You saw him baby! He's sooooo big, he fills me up so good! And his body, oh my god, thinking about him makes me tingle!"
"Is he bigger than me baby?" I asked, slowly moving in and out of her. "Does he fuck you better than me?"
This is something we'd added to our pillow talk since college, her telling me how her fantasy lovers were better equipped than me, how they fucked her better than me. The humiliation angle turned both of us on. But this was reality now, not fantasy, and she hesitated.
"Come on baby," I urged her, kissing her lips and cheeks. "Tell me, you know I love it. Tell me the truth, come one, tell me."
"You want the truth, huh?" she said with a crooked smile, her look part excitement, part taunting. "You want to hear how much bigger he is than you? How he hits places in me you can't? I love fucking you baby, you know I do. But you don't even compare to him. Tae's soooo good. I practically pass out when he makes me cum. You've never done that to me."
I stopped moving, wanting to make it last. Her words hurt and titillated at the same time. So delicious. Soooo delicious. And I knew she was telling the truth, too, by how passionate she'd been with him, by the pure ecstasy on her face when he'd made her cum.
She could tell I was loving it, eating up all her words. She gave me a crooked smile, and with a twinkle in her eye, she pulled my head close to hers. "You want to know something else?" she whispered into my ear. "Right now, I can barely feel you in me. That's how much Tae stretched me out."
That pushed me over the edge. I grunted and lurched and came. Afterwards she started taking off the stockings, but I begged her to leave them on. "God you're so kinky!" she said laughing. Twice that night I woke her up and fucked her.