Them away and started to climb back onto the table, but Dante stopped her.
"Wait. Turn around for me," he commanded.
Nina hesitated for a moment, but then complied. She spun around so she now faced the table, her ass facing Dante. Dante then gently pushed between her shoulders, bending her over. Nina placed her hands on the table to support her weight as Dante simultaneously nudged her legs apart with his foot. And just like that, my fiancé had submitted herself once more to Dante.
Dante didn't waste time appreciating the view. Taking his python of a cock into his hand, he guided it between Nina's legs... and then pushed forward. I'd quietly moved for a better view, so I saw clearly how Dante began to disappear inside her inch by inch. Even now, it fascinated me that Nina could fit such a large specimen inside her. I could only imagine how full it must have made her feel. Rather than make me jealous, though, the sight only turned me on more. I pulled out my own cock and began to stroke.
The movement caught Dante's eye. Despite being balls-deep inside my bent-over fiancé, he managed to tear his glance away long enough to make eye contact with me.
"Shaun, your girl's got the best pussy I've ever had. Holy fuck."
I just nodded in agreement. Dante must have seen something in my eyes, because he then added, "why don't you take my seat? That way you two can look at each other while you get off."
Wordlessly, I followed his suggestion. I moved to the other side of the table from them, sitting down in his chair. Nina watched me approach, but she seemed only half-present, as if the pleasure of Dante taking her had waterlogged her brain.
"How you feeling?" I asked softly, already knowing what the answer would be.
"Oh, Shaun. He feels so good inside me," she half-moaned as Dante slowly withdrew and plunged forward again.
"You like when Dante fucks you?" I echoed, turning myself on further. A part of me knew how fucked up it was for me to be encouraging Nina's pleasure from Dante, but I couldn't help it. It felt almost as good as being inside Nina myself.
"I do," Nina admitted. "Shaun, thank you so much for being okay with this. I love you so much." She gasped in pleasure as Dante hit a sensitive spot.
"I love you too, babe," I replied, now steadily stroking myself.
It was the most surreal moment of my life: passively watching my fiance's face contort in pleasure while our black roommate began to fuck her in earnest. I realized later I could have gotten a blowjob if I'd wanted—I'm sure putting my cock near Nina's face would have started it—but at the time, it didn't even occur to me. Just watching Dante take her was pleasure enough, as messed up as that was.
"Goddamn, Nina, I can't get over how fucking hot you are," Dante grunted as he continued to thrust into her.
Nina tried to look back at Dante, even as her body kept jerking forward with each of his thrusts, but she couldn't quite crane her neck far enough. Finally, she gave up the attempt as another wave of pleasure overcame her, her head falling forward over the table. When Nina lifted up again, her brown hair had fallen in a tussled mess over her face, but even that didn't completely hide her expression of pure ecstasy underneath.
Dante had placed both hands on Nina's ass, gripping tightly, and used the extra leverage to push himself even further into her. The sound of his pelvis slapping repeatedly against her full cheeks was incredibly hot, and I can only imagine that the view of her bouncing against him was even more so. I could, however, see Nina's breasts; they rippled rhythmically in the air each time Dante plunged into her. The sight was as erotic as it was hypnotic. I felt my orgasm approaching.
Dante must have been in a similar position, because he suddenly let go of Nina's ass and reached for her hair. Taking a handful, he gently tugged, guiding her to bend upwards and straighten out again. She did, extending her arms so that her hands were still on the table, but she was much more upright than before. At this new angle, I could actually see all the way down to her pelvis... and the thick black cock nestled deeply inside it. I'd seen Nina take Dante's cock before, but never from behind. I had the perfect angle to see her pussy lips stretched wider than I would have thought possible, her pinkness fully impaled on Dante's dark shaft. His cock glistened, by now thoroughly saturated by Nina's internal juices.
The new angle meant that Dante couldn't fit quite as much of himself inside Nina, but he seemed to be at no risk of falling out of her either. He continued to thrust eagerly, and I swore I could now see a bulge begin to move along the outside of Nina's pelvis; a bulge that aligned with however deep Dante was inside her, as if his cock was pushing her from the inside out. The sight gave me the closest thing to an out-of-body experience I'd ever had.
Without stopping his pace, Dante leaned over Nina and wrapped his arms around her, reaching for her breasts. He approached them from underneath, running his open hands up along her body until he'd cupped them both. Nina's mouth opened as he began to knead them, occasionally tweaking her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.
As if that wasn't enough, Dante began to nibble along Nina's neck, leaving behind a trail of small hickeys—all the while fondling her boobs and fucking her from behind. Nina began to audibly moan ... quietly, but it was there.
"Oh, Dante," she said softly.
Dante took that as a signal, because he released Nina's boobs and instead wrapped his arms around tightly around her body, pulling her as close to him as he could in that position.
"Dante, I'm gonna cum," she whispered, as Dante continued to force himself into her.
There was no great scream; no lingering cry of pleasure. Instead, Nina went dead silent and practically melted into Dante's arms. Her mouth worked wordlessly, expressing carnal bliss that no words could capture. Then at last, she gave a great gasp, like that of a newborn taking its first breath.
"Fuckkkkkkk," Nina squeezed out between clenched teeth as the climax of all climaxes slammed into her. Her whole body began to tremble.
It was too much for Dante and me. I felt my own orgasm smash into my brain, even as I watched Dante's shaft start to twitch. Just as my own cock began spewing sperm onto the table, I knew Dante's cock was doing the same... except he was spewing deep into Nina's pussy. I could actually see his shaft pulse as it delivered wave after wave of his sperm directly into my fiance's womb. It was crazy to think that just a single one could be enough to impregnate her... and Dante had flooded her with millions. If Nina had an egg available, they would either fertilize it or perish.
I had the passing thought that it was good Nina was on birth control—otherwise I may have just witnessed a conception in real time.
Even as Dante emptied himself into Nina, he continued to thrust inside her. Only when he was completely spent did he at last stop, giving Nina one last squeeze between his arms. They were both breathing heavy and clearly overwhelmed from the fuck.
We all sat there in silence, soaking in the moment. At last, Dante pulled out of Nina, his cock still impressive even at half-mast. His withdrawal suctioned some of his jizz out, but I knew the majority of it had been left inside Nina. She didn't seem concerned this time though, as she stepped off the table and looked back at Dante.
"Oh my God. Dante... that was... I mean I've never... the most incredible..."
Nina's words came out in a mess; they were as scrambled as her brain. She stared at Dante in what seemed like a mix of awe, gratitude, and (temporarily) satiated lust.
Dante gave a half-grin—too overwhelmed for more—and placed a hand affectionately against her cheek. He then turned to me.
"Shaun, you have no idea how thankful I am to you right now. You're a better man than me."
I merely nodded, and then Dante headed to his room, no doubt to clean himself up. That left Nina and I alone in the dining area—my cum still splattered onto the table while Dante's cum slowly dripped from Nina's pussy.
I stood and walked over to her, putting my own arms around her and kissing her on the forehead. "So, how do you feel?"
Nina looked up at me, and I could see stars in her eyes. "Amazing. I love you so much, Shaun. I know I keep saying that, but it's true. You're the best fiancé a girl could want."
"I love you too," I replied, kissing her again, this time on the lips. I noticed the trail of hickeys Dante had left along her neck were still there. It would likely take days for them to fade.
The moment was interrupted by a splat on the floor. A glob of Dante's cum had at last fallen free.
"I guess we should get you cleaned up before you drip all over the place," I said, pointing between her legs.
"Yeah, we should," Nina agreed, beginning to duck-walk her way to our bathroom in an attempt to avoid spilling more.
"You don't seem bothered that Dante came inside you," I said, following her.
"I'm not," she admitted. "You were right. I am good about taking my birth control, so it should be fine. Besides, I kind of like the way it feels; it's like a warm water balloon bursting inside me. Knowing that I'm the one that caused it makes it even hotter."
I could appreciate that sentiment. Plus, I had to admit, as reckless as it might be (even with contraception), I thought it was hot too.
I gave Nina some privacy as she cleaned up in the bathroom. After she'd worked around a bit, her voice came through the door again.
"I'm surprised you didn't try to get in on the action. You were the one who started the whole thing, after all."
For the first time, I realized I hadn't even touched Nina after she and Dante had started.
Thinking it over, I replied, "I guess I had enough fun just watching you two. Just in case you hadn't seen the mess I left on the table, that was plenty for me."
Nina was quiet for a moment, as if trying to judge my sincerity. Finally, she responded, "Just as long as you're happy, that's what matters, I guess. And honestly, it's probably good you didn't try and take me for a second round, because I can already tell I'm going to be sore enough as it is."
"That's fair," I agreed, before changing tones. "So, is this the best Waffle Day I've given you yet, or what?"
Nina laughed. "The very best. Although, I am never going to be able to think of syrup the same way ever again."
After we'd cleaned everything up, including the table, the floor, and ourselves, the rest of our Saturday was comparatively uneventful. Dante had a few afternoon massage appointments while Nina and I followed our usual routines. Yet there was no denying the afterglow that all three of us now seemed to permanently carry around each other.
For the rest of that weekend, and the weeks immediately after, what had been an underlying tension transformed into an open atmosphere of teasing and suggestion. Sexy-Nina came out in force, and my formerly modest fiancé began openly flirting with Dante, even directly in front of me. I didn't mind, however. In fact, I usually added my own spin, spicing it up further.
For his part, Dante took to Sexy-Nina with enthusiasm, teasing her right back and even getting handsy. I still remember the first time he playfully slapped her on the ass after she had sassed him, earning him a delighted squeal in response. Another time, when Nina had been extra playful, Dante had scooped her right off her feet, carried her to the couch, and pinned her there until she was dying of laughter.
And those were only the PG interactions. After our Waffle Day encounter, Nina and Dante began to fuck regularly.
The first time started even before I'd made it home from work. I entered the apartment to hear soft moans of pleasure; the source soon became apparent. Nina was naked, reclined on the couch, with Dante between her spread legs. His head was buried in her pussy, his tongue and fingers working in tandem to pleasure Nina inside and out simultaneously.
Nina turned towards me as she heard me approach. With half-glazed eyes, she spoke. "Shaun... I thought you might like a fun surprise for when you got home."
She was right. I went to the 'voyeur-chair' (formerly 'Dante's chair') and watched Dante give her one orgasm from oral and then another from penetrative sex. As before, he finished inside her. I managed to catch most of my own cum in my hand this time.
The sex exploded from there. It seemed like as soon as Nina recovered from one fuck with Dante, she was ready for another. Usually, they fucked when I was there to watch, but I noticed from my apartment cameras that they fucked even when I wasn't there too. It wasn't often, but it did happen occasionally.
Surprisingly, their mutual lust never seemed to dull. I suspect part of it was the constant thrill of their sex technically being illicit. Even though I'd given them my support, by most standards, Nina should have been off-limits for Dante and vice versa.
But they were constantly experimenting too: they never had sex the same way twice. Sure, there's only so many positions a couple can reasonably try, but when you factor in all the different places to have sex, times of day, and what you do during sex itself, the possibilities are endless. There weren't many surfaces of the apartment that they didn't fuck on... including both beds.
My single favorite fuck I watched was when Nina tried reverse-cowgirl on Dante. At first, she had trouble getting herself positioned right, but once she got going, seeing my fiancé impale herself repeatedly on Dante's rod was one of the hottest things I'd seen. I knew it wasn't her preferred position, but watching her stick with it until Dante exploded inside her was incredibly erotic. I found myself agreeing with Dante's earlier comment: I loved a girl who could ride.
I realize that all of this makes it sound like Nina had become a sex-crazed woman. And even though she certainly was having a lot of sex, she was so much more than that. In fact, if you removed the encounters with Dante entirely, Nina was basically the same sweet girl I'd always known. She was affectionate, funny, kind, and considerate. She was a good student and an even better partner. In fact, the only real difference in her day-to-day personality was that she carried herself more confidently than she had pre-Dante.
So, it wasn't so much that Nina was now an entirely different person. Rather, it was more that she'd finally learned to accept that she could be Sexy-Nina too... and she wasn't afraid to let her out.
The only noticeable change in our relationship is that I had returned to not having sex with Nina at all. It's ironic, considering my desperation to sleep with her is what connected her and Dante in the first place, but I didn't feel like I needed it anymore. My bond with Nina had never felt stronger, I was still getting off plenty watching her with Dante, and I got to see her sexual side without having to put forth the effort myself. I knew that dynamic might not work for most guys, but I was comfortable with it.
And yet... our wedding loomed.
One night, after another passionate tryst with Dante, Nina and I lay in bed talking about our 'arrangement'. We were on the same page, basically covering all the points I just mentioned, but we both had a sense that her sleeping with Dante while we were engaged was one thing... it would be another thing to do it while we were married.
And so, we decided that Nina was free to continue with Dante as much as she wanted before the wedding... but after, we would stop. I think we both felt disappointed by the decision, but we believed it was the right thing to do. Neither of us were particularly religious, but we still shared an idea that marriage was sacred.
We broke the news to Dante the next day.
Dante was disappointed, but he understood our position. He admitted he was lucky just to have been with Nina as much as he'd had (by now, his Nina fuck-count was even higher than mine). Besides, he'd shrugged, there was still time left.
As our wedding day drew mere weeks away, Dante and Nina began to fuck like rabbits. It was rare that a day went by that they didn't fuck, and even I had trouble keeping up towards the end... and all I had to do was watch. Unfortunately, such a frantic pace did seem to finally decrease the magic for them at last.
Ten days before the wedding, we were all exhausted. There was no sex at all that week.
Until the bachelorette.
Most of Nina's friends and family lived several states away. She had moved here with me so she could attend the master's program of her dreams, but she did give up her social network to do it. What that meant for us now is that rather than have her bachelorette party well in advance of the wedding, she was going to have it the night before, right after the rehearsal dinner. That way, her bridesmaids could knock out all the festivities in a single trip.
I was in a similar situation, but my groomsmen and I agreed to have our party before the rehearsal dinner rather than after. It wasn't much of a party, per-se, but it was a chance for all of us to meet and catch up. I hadn't seen any of them since I'd graduated college. One of them had suggested moving it after the dinner like the ladies, but I declined. I had other plans for the evening.
I'd learned that Nina's bridesmaids had planned to take her out to a nearby club; give her a final night as a single woman Shauncing, drinking, and partying. Our wedding was scheduled for Saturday evening... she'd have plenty of time to sleep it off the next day, they reassured her. Nina had been reluctant—the party scene wasn't really for her—but I persuaded her to give it a shot. Might be fun, I offered. She'd eventually agreed... unaware of my ulterior motive.
Before I knew it, the day had arrived. Nina had arranged to have the day off from school while I'd put in a personal day at work. We were both very excited knowing that our big day was in just over 24 hours, and then the honeymoon straight after that. Yet we were a bit overwhelmed too. There was so much planning and logistics that went into a wedding... something was bound to go wrong.
Nina spent the morning double checking everything (dress, check; photographer, check; cake, check; and so on), while I did my best to calm her anxiety. Dante bid us farewell just before noon, heading off to the massage parlor.
Both sets of our parents arrived that afternoon. We had a light lunch with all six of us at a local diner, then went our separate ways. Nina went to the apartment to visit with her three bridesmaids while I joined my three groomsmen out at a sports bar. I didn't drink much, but we had a great time regardless. We hadn't kept in touch much after I'd moved, but we picked up right where we'd left off. Before I knew it, it was time for us to leave again.
The rehearsal itself was straightforward enough. There was an indoor venue in town that Nina had fallen in love with, and our families and wedding party joined us there to review the general plan for the ceremony. Nina had picked a rockstar of a wedding coordinator to handle these sorts of details; I'd been skeptical of the expense at first, but the coordinator definitely won me over that night. To be fair, though, I wasn't paying for her... Nina's parents were.
Then, finally, it was time for dinner. There were awkward speeches, bursts of laughter, and endless hugs to go around. Yet as joyous as the occasion was, I knew there was something even more exciting coming that night.
It was the last opportunity that Dante would have to be with Nina before we were married. I knew Nina would likely be too exhausted after her bachelorette party to do anything with him, and so I arranged another way to give the two of them one last hurrah. Dante had agreed to go along with my plan, but we kept it secret from Nina. I could only hope that she appreciated the surprise.
As the dinner finished and everyone began to drift away, Nina and I gave each other a last goodbye kiss.
"Have fun tonight," I said.
"I'll do my best," Nina replied with a half-smile. "I'm so nervous that I've overlooked something that I don't know if I can turn my brain off."
"We're fine," I reassured her. "No matter what happens, at the end of the day, we'll still be married. And that's the only thing that really matters. Besides, the wedding coordinator is doing a damn good job handling everything. Relax and go have fun with your friends. Have some drinks. Shaunce it up a bit. Go enjoy yourself."
"You're right," Nina sighed. "The girls have done so much for me that I owe them a good time. We won't stay out too late though—I know I'll be ready to crawl into bed with you as soon as it hits midnight."
"I'll be waiting for you. Tell Megan to drive safe and get you back in one piece!"
"I will!" Nina promised, and then she was gone, climbing into a car with her awaiting bridesmaids.
I waved goodbye and then texted Dante: "you're on."
What happened that night was a bit of a mess, at least in terms of making into a coherent narrative. I was able to watch part of it in real-time, but other parts I had to reconstruct later from what Dante and Nina told me. Even then, there were still a few missing parts, but I was finally able to wrestle together a good idea of how it all went down. This retelling does take some creative liberties (I can't know everything that was said/done with 100% accuracy), but I know it's close enough to what happened.
My general plan for that night was to have Dante show up at the club separately from the girls and do what he could to seduce Nina there. Obviously, Nina would know immediately what was up, but to her bridesmaids, Dante would be a stranger. Nina had kept our roommate situation quiet, so they would have no clue about Dante's connection to us. From their perspective, Dante would be some random black guy trying to make a move on my fiancé. The challenge for him—and the excitement for me—would be to see if he could pull it off.
Under normal circumstances, Nina needed no convincing to sleep with Dante. But I suspected being surrounded by three of her closest girlfriends would change the situation dramatically. It was one thing for Dante to seduce Nina in the privacy of our apartment... another to do it in front of her bridesmaids.
I'd avoided going into detail about her bridesmaids so far, because they haven't been relevant to the story. But that's about to change, so here we go:
The four of them met their freshmen year of college. There was Nina, of course, and then Megan, Tiffany, and Lindsey.
Megan was Nina's maid of honor and had been her roommate all four years of school. They'd become fast friends and did a lot of growing together, including the turbulent months Nina spent with her toxic ex. Megan was a quiet girl, but I liked her a lot. She seemed like a genuinely good person and had been a rock for Nina over the years.
Tiffany and Lindsey had known each other since high school and were just as tight of a unit as Nina and Megan. They'd gone to college together, roomed together, and even now, they still lived in the same apartment. Lindsey was mostly even-keeled, but I'd heard through Nina that she knew how to let loose on occasion. Tiffany, on the other hand, was unquestionably the wild one of the group. If there was a party or good time to be had, Tiffany would find it. The suggestion to have Nina's bachelorette at a club had been her idea.
The two pairs had met during college orientation and clicked immediately. They became dorm suitemates their sophomore year, then had adjoining campus apartments until they'd graduated. They balanced each other well. Tiffany brought spontaneity, Lindsey mediated, Megan gave stability, and Nina provided warmth.
I tried to imagine how the group might react to Dante approaching Nina at the bachelorette, but I had no idea how it might go. As smooth as Dante was, I knew at least some of the girls wouldn't welcome a stranger trying to make a move on their soon-to-be-married friend. Tiffany was the most likely to support it, but I thought it might be too much even for her.
But that uncertainty was half the fun.
Soon after the girls had started the drive to the club, Tiffany revealed that she'd gotten them all themed sashes to wear that night, announcing 'BRIDESMAID' or 'BRIDE-TO-BE' in bold, colorful font. At first, Nina had demurred, not wanting to draw extra attention to herself, but after Tiffany insisted, they all pulled them on. Tiffany's next surprise was four airplane bottles of vodka—a little pregaming before the main event. Megan, being the designated driver, was the only one to refuse. As they rode, it wasn't long before the alcohol and general excitement had settled into their blood. The car became filled with gleeful laughter.
By the time the girls arrived at the club, they were in high spirits. They hadn't gone out together in years, and even though none of them—except Tiffany—were into the party scene, they were all ready for a good time that night. The club the girls had chosen was a hybrid establishment—it had a quieter bar section with an adjoining energetic Shaunce floor—designed to appeal to both relaxed patrons and eager revelers.
It was a busy night. The girls had to wait in line for several minutes before reaching the doors. The delay didn't dampen their mood, though, as they reminisced over old times and discussed future plans. Eventually, they reached the entrance, flashing their Ids to the bouncer one-by-one. He checked them dutifully, but upon seeing the girls' sashes, he waved them in without a cover fee.
Once they'd disappeared inside, Dante, who had been covertly waiting in his car, joined the line.
After he'd made it past the bouncer—cover required—he scoped out the area. Through the mass of people, he at last spotted Nina and her bridesmaids sitting at a circular bar table, deep in conversation.
It was time for the chase to begin.
Nina told me later that 'surprise' didn't begin to describe her reaction to Dante's first move. She and her bridesmaids were in their own little world when the bartender dropped four drinks off at their table. Gifts from a gentleman seated at the bar, he announced.
The girls all turned toward the gentleman in question, an attractive black man with a winning smile. Dante, of course.
As I'd suspected, Nina immediately knew he was up to something. But there was nothing she could do without risking her bridesmaids discovering the exact nature of their connection. And so, Nina said nothing and played along.
"Oh, he's cute!" Tiffany had said, smiling flirtatiously at Dante. "We should invite him over."
Megan must have seen the mortified look on Nina's face. "Tiffany, no. This is supposed to be a girl's night, remember? We're celebrating Nina, not trying to flirt with strange boys."
Tiffany ignored Megan's plea and waved towards Dante, signaling him over. When she saw Dante step from his chair, she turned her attention back to Megan. "Who says we can't do both? This is a bachelorette, after all. We deserve a little fun. Besides, you don't mind, do you Nina?"
Nina hesitated, watching Dante approach. "No," she finally sighed, just as Dante reached their table.
"Hey ladies!" he greeted them. "I saw you all with the sashes and thought you might enjoy a little celebrating. Bridesmaids, huh? Who's the lucky lady then?"
Tiffany pointed at Nina. Dante turned his attention to her. "Well, congratulations, Ms...?"
"Nina."
"Nice to meet you, Nina. I'm Dante. If you'll forgive me, you look absolutely radiant tonight. All of you do. So, when's the big day?"
"Tomorrow," Megan said. "Thanks for the drinks, but we haven't seen each other in a while, so you'll have to excuse us if we're not up for chatting tonight."
"Megan, don't be rude," Tiffany said admonishingly. "Dante was very nice for helping us celebrate. But I'll second what she said: thank you, Dante, for the drinks. I'm Tiffany."
"Nice to meet you, Tiffany. And Megan, is it? And you are...?" Dante said, turning towards Lindsey.
"Lindsey," she said, "And I agree with Tiffany. The drinks were a nice gesture."
"Not a problem," Dante acknowledged smoothly, before changing the subject. "I don't want to overstay my welcome, but my date bailed tonight and I'm not ready to go home just yet. Mind if I pull up a chair and join you all? I've got some good stories. You can consider me free entertainment for the night."
The girls exchanged glances, their opinions clear on their faces. Megan wasn't thrilled, although Tiffany and Lindsey both seemed game. Still, they all looked at Nina, choosing to defer to her. It was her night, after all.
Nina was silent for a moment as she considered. Whether due to the alcohol or a sense of inevitability, Nina shrugged and said, "Fuck it. Sure, Dante, you can join us. But your stories better be as good as you say."
"Oh, they are," Dante said, pulling up a stool. "Here's one of my favorites. So, I'm a massage therapist, right..."
True to his word, Dante did prove to be a good storyteller. He spent the next several minutes entertaining the girls with his anecdotes, his gentle yet powerful charisma on full display. Tiffany and Lindsey both were clearly enraptured by Dante's aura, and even Megan seemed to warm up towards him by the end. Nina listened as well, but she was distracted, still uncertain of Dante's angle. She told me later that she knew Dante was up to something, but she wasn't sure what his end goal was... or if it had my sanction.
Tiffany was the first to suggest they move to the Shaunce floor. All the girls (except Megan) were now two to four drinks in and more than ready to let loose. Dante made a show of letting the girls leave, but Tiffany wouldn't let him get away so easily.
"Oh no, Dante. You don't get to bail on us now. Let's see if you Shaunce as well as you tell stories," she said, grasping his hand and pulling him along with the group.
Dante pretended to be dragged along reluctantly at first, but he gave up the act quickly once they'd left the bar behind.
Unlike the bar, the Shaunce floor was loud, bass thumping along to remixed Top 40s music. Nina and Megan weren't much into Shauncing, but they were happy to bounce along as Tiffany and Lindsey let the music take them. Dante indeed proved to be a natural Shauncer, and his moves had the girls laughing and clapping approvingly.
After they'd Shaunced playfully to a few tracks, the mood suddenly shifted as the next song came on. Most Shaunce music can be erotic in the right situation, but the song that began playing was especially notorious for making Shauncers get down and dirty. Nina and Megan paused uncertainly, but Lindsey, Tiffany, and Dante didn't miss a beat as they focused on this new rhythm.
All three became more explicitly seductive in their moves, and it wasn't long before Tiffany and Dante drew closer together. No longer following their own instinctive moves, they began to engage with one another as their bodies pressed in close. No doubt Tiffany would have been happy to maintain her pairing, but Dante broke it off mid-song and moved to Lindsey next, clearly not wanting to show favoritism. Lindsey accepted Dante's attention, and the two of them squeezed in intimately as they flowed in unison.
But Dante wasn't done. Before the song ended, he approached Megan... but she waved him away dismissively. And so, he turned to Nina.
Nina hesitated, so Dante leaned in next to her. Over the music, just loud enough for her to hear, he said, "C'mon, Nina. Don't worry about them, they'll just think you're playing along like they did. Besides, it's your last night as an unmarried woman. Have some fun."
"Okay," Nina agreed. "But I can't Shaunce like that. My body doesn't move that way."
"Oh, I bet you'd surprise yourself," Dante teased. "But don't worry about it now. You just move to the beat, and I'll take care of the rest."
Nina nodded and resumed her bouncing. As promised, Dante began Shauncing seductively around her, moving his hips in a very sensual way, occasionally brushing against Nina's body with his own. Somehow their Shaunce seemed even more erotic than his Shaunces with Tiffany and Lindsey. Part of it was no doubt their natural chemistry, but Nina's more innocent and restrained Shaunce only served to highlight the suggestiveness of Dante's moves.
But Dante didn't stop there. After he'd allowed his body several small touches against Nina, he abruptly drew in tightly behind her, their bodies making full contact at last. Still flowing to the music, Dante placed his hands on Nina's hips and helped her sync with his own movements. Once her hips were swaying against him smoothly, Dante began to run his hands up and down along her body. He was careful to avoid her private areas, but there was no denying he was touching much more of this bride-to-be than a stranger should. And Nina did nothing to stop him. In fact, the more Dante caressed her, the more Nina seemed to melt into him.
All of the bridesmaids watched Nina with shock as she continued to let this random black man openly grope and grind against her. Megan was horrified, but Tiffany and Lindsey began cheering them on, once they'd moved past their initial surprise. The bachelorette party was proving to be more fun than they'd expected.
I'm not sure how far Dante and Nina would have progressed in that moment if they'd had the chance, but at that moment, the raunchy song ended, replaced by another generic Shaunce hit. The changeover broke the spell Nina had fallen under, and she separated from Dante, looking embarrassed at last.
Megan took advantage of the break in action, grabbing onto Nina's hand and guiding her back off the Shaunce floor. Nina looked back at her other bridesmaids and Dante with an apologetic expression, but she allowed herself to be pulled away by Megan.
Once they'd returned to the bar area and found a semi-quiet corner, Megan addressed Nina firmly.
"Nina, what the hell was that?"
"What?" Nina said, playing dumb.
"Letting that man rub all over you like that? Nina, I've known you for years and I've never seen you act that way before. What's gotten into you?"
Nina shrugged dismissively. "I'm just having some fun. It is a bachelorette party after all—aren't we supposed to let loose a little? Besides, it was just some harmless Shauncing."
"I don't think Shaun would have thought it was so harmless. I expected that guy to start pulling your clothes off right there," Megan said, before softening her tone. "Look, Nina. I love you, and I don't want to bring you down tonight. But as your best friend, I feel like I need to make sure you don't do something that you'll regret. You're getting married to Shaun tomorrow. He's a great guy. Don't mess it up."
"I won't," Nina promised.
Megan stared at Nina, judging her sincerity. She must have been satisfied, because she sighed and shook her head. "Sorry, I don't mean to be a buzzkill. And I'm sorry if I sounded a little too forceful there. The whole situation just caught me by surprise."
"It's okay, Megan. I know you're just looking out for me," Nina said, taking her maid-of-honor into a hug. "But I'll be fine, I promise."
Megan squeezed Nina back. "Okay. We can get back to Shauncing now. Just... maybe don't Shaunce with that guy anymore. Let Tiffany have him."
Nina nodded noncommittally but said nothing.
When they returned to the Shaunce floor, they spotted Tiffany and Lindsey quickly, but Dante was nowhere to be found. Nina told me later that she was partly relieved to not deal with him in front of Megan... but also disappointed that the fun was over. Little did she know.
The girls Shaunced together for several more minutes. Some other guys did try to Shaunce with them, but only Tiffany and Lindsey took any as partners. Still, they all had fun, apparently having forgotten about Dante entirely by that point.
But Dante hadn't forgotten about them.
A short time later, Nina and Tiffany left the Shaunce floor again to go to the bathroom. When they emerged, Dante was just outside, as if he'd been waiting for them.
Still, he feigned surprise.
"Hey girls—nice to run into my favorite wedding party again. You two having a good night?"
"It would be better if you came to Shaunce with me some more," Tiffany replied, without missing a beat. "I know it's Nina's night and all, but unlike her, I'm not off limits."
Tiffany may have been the wild one of the group, but I didn't expect she'd actively compete for Dante's attention. Dante, however, just laughed and brushed her off good-naturedly. "I'm incredibly flattered, Tiffany, but I think since it's Nina's night, she gets the right of first refusal. What do you say, Nina... would you like to take a walk outside with me?"
Nina stared at Dante before looking over at Tiffany. Tiffany just shrugged in a 'do what you want' gesture, not giving Nina any guiShaunce at all.
"Dante, you seem like a charming guy... but Tiffany's right. I'm getting married tomorrow. I'm not sure I should be spending any alone time with a stranger."
"But I'm not a stranger," Dante replied, causing Nina's heart to drop momentarily. Was he about to spill their secret in front of Tiffany? But then relief flooded her as he continued. "We've talked and Shaunced together for all evening now, after all. What's the harm in taking a little stroll? We won't go far, I promise."
Nina laughed nervously. "It's nice of you to offer, but I can't just leave my bridesmaids behind."
"Excuse us for a second, Dante," Tiffany interjected, pulling Nina into whispering distance.
"Nina, please go. I would love to spend time with this delicious man myself, but he's clearly into you and not me. So if I can't enjoy him, the next best thing is to give you the chance... and then you can tell me all the spicy details later. Don't worry about us girls. Lindsey will understand and I'll cover for you with Megan."
"Tiffany, why are you encouraging this? Shouldn't you be telling me not to run off with some strange man?" Nina asked incredulously.
"Probably. But these are the moments bachelorettes are made for. Go have some fun with your tall, dark stranger. It's your last chance before you're married. Still, you should probably send me your location though, just to be safe. I'm sure Dante's not a creep, but no sense in taking chances."
Still, Nina hesitated. Spending time alone with Dante was nothing new for her at this point, of course, but to do so openly in front of one of her bridesmaids? And Tiffany's reassurances aside, Nina couldn't be completely sure that Tiffany wouldn't let it slip to the other bridesmaids. Remembering Megan's forceful pleas, she knew that might become messy in a hurry.
"You girls okay?" Dante broke in, unable to hear their discussion, but clearly sensing its back-and-forth nature.
"We're perfect. Just letting Nina know that I've got her covered once she goes with you. Which she is doing," Tiffany added pointedly.
"Fine. Fine!" Nina said at last, throwing up her hands in surrender. "Dante, we can go for a walk outside. But just to talk where it's quieter. I don't want Tiffany here to get the wrong idea."
"Hey, what you two do or don't do is none of my business," Tiffany said playfully. "I'll go tell the others that you stepped outside to take a call." As she turned away, she leaned in towards Nina once more and whispered, "Be sure and tell me everything later."
And then she was gone.
"Well, shall we then, my lady?" Dante said, extending his hand towards Nina in an over-the-top gesture of chivalry.
Nina accepted it with a laugh and allowed Dante to lead her through the mess of tables and people back outside.
It was nighttime, but the parking lot was well lit. The line of people waiting to get inside had diminished, but even at this late hour, it still existed. Once they'd moved away from the entrance, though, Nina finally stopped walking, forcing Dante to halt too.
"Dante, what the hell is this all about? How did you even know we'd be here? Did Shaun put you up to this?"
"Yes, he did, actually," Dante admitted, without hesitation. "But I'm here because I want to be here."
"But why? And what's in it for Shaun? Is he here too?"
Dante laughed. "No, Shaun is still at the apartment. But I guess he gets the same thing out of this that he's gotten every time he's watched us fuck. And that's why I'm here. Tonight's our last chance together, you know."
Nina needed a moment to find her words. "Dante... I'm out with my bridesmaids. We can't... Not now. Besides, there's not anywhere to go anyway. I'm not doing anything in there," Nina said, pointing back to the club.
"Oh, don't worry. I came prepared. Follow me," Dante said, beginning to walk through the parking lot again.
Nina followed, her curiosity getting the better of her.
Dante led her to the very back of the parking lot where it was a little darker. His SUV was there, backed into a corner spot, with no immediate neighbors. Its lights blinked as he unlocked it.
"I can't drive off with you, Dante. I'm taking a risk spending the time to come out here with you at all. I love Tiffany, but I don't want to rely on her having to cover me either."
"We don't have to drive anywhere. Look at this," Dante said, as he opened the side passenger door wide.
Nina stepped up to it and peeked inside.
The back row of seats had been folded over flat, leaving a very large space in the back, spanning from the trunk all the way to the front seats. Dante had placed several layers of sheets, pillows, and blankets down over it, essentially transforming the car into a mobile bed.
"Dante... you can't be serious..." Nina said turning back to him, realization washing over her at last.
Dante continued as if he hadn't heard Nina's words. "I used several of the coverings that go with my massage table. It seemed fitting. It was the first place we fucked... and now it can be the last place we fuck too. Climb on in. It's very comfortable."
Dante stepped in towards Nina, closing the distance between them. Nina looked up, meeting his gaze, as a swell of conflicting emotions rose inside her.
"Dante... I want to, but the girls... they'll be worried about me. They might think you've kidnapped me."
"We'll have to be fast then," Dante shrugged. "Don't you want one last time together before you get married? This is your chance."
Nina hesitated just a moment more. No doubt, her good sense was telling her that it wasn't worth the risk... but the way they'd Shaunced together had likely rekindled the fire she'd felt for Dante and set it ablaze. They'd just had their longest dry spell yet, after all: almost two weeks of no sex after they'd become used to fucking daily. As I'd see shortly for myself, Nina's lust had merely been in hibernation... and now it came crashing back with a vengeance.
Nina climbed into the SUV. Dante followed, shutting the door behind him, leaving the two of them locked away in their own little world. The interior car light stayed full brightness though—Dante had quite deliberately left that on.
Clothes were flying off in no time. Nina's 'BRIDE-TO-BE' sash came off first, followed by her shirt, pants, then underwear. Dante's clothes lasted a bit longer, but not by much. Soon they were both utterly naked, bodies pressed tightly together as they lay parallel on the sheets. They looked like a carnal ying-yang symbol, Dante's blackness intimately intertwined with Nina's whiteness into a singular whole.
Their hands roamed over each other furiously, as if they were trying to reenact all their months of fucking here in a singular encounter. Dante started with Nina's boobs, teasing them with both fingers and tongue, before moving down to her full hips and shapely ass. For her part, Nina couldn't seem to get enough of Dante's arms and abs, letting her soft hands trace along the hard lines of his physique.
When their wandering hands finally completed their journeys—reaching each other's center—it was clear that no more foreplay was needed.
Dante rolled over Nina, keeping himself between her legs in the process. It took him only a moment to adjust, and then the thick head of his cock was pressed against the split between Nina's legs. Dante pushed forward, spreading her lips open, and then continued... slowly feeding himself into her awaiting pussy. They both gave satisfied moans; it was the sound of two people coming home.
They stared deep into each other's eyes as they settled into their positions. Dante propped himself up on his hands in a plank position as Nina wrapped her legs around Dante's ass, pulling him even deeper inside her. Both of their mouths gaped open in pleasure, neither bothering to hide the all-consuming lust they felt for one another. In less than twenty-four hours, I would be Nina's husband, but right then, Dante was the only man in the world that existed for her.
They began to fuck.
And I was watching it all.
As exciting as it would have been for me to see all of Dante's and Nina's interactions at the club, I knew there wouldn't be a realistic way for me to pull that off. So instead, I settled for seeing the climax.
Dante had rigged his phone in such a way that let him livestream the back of his SUV directly to me—hence him leaving the interior light on—and he'd placed it flawlessly. I watched live as my fiancé laid herself utterly bare for our roommate. Our black roommate who had come into our lives by chance; but who had now penetrated my fiancé so thoroughly—literally and metaphorically—that their connection seemed natural, rather than the illicit affair that it was.
And here I was, getting off on it yet again.
What neither of them knew was that I was screen-recording the whole thing. I'd captured several clips from my apartment cameras over the past months, but I intended this video to be the highlight. This may have been the last time Nina and Dante got to sleep together, but that didn't mean that my fun had to be over. I had hours' worth of footage by now... jackoff material for years to come.
But for the moment, my attention was squarely on what Dante was doing to my fiancé. His cock slid smoothly in and out of Nina's pussy, his black shaft now thoroughly coated by her vaginal secretions. Nina's face worked wordlessly as the sensation of being filled so completely continued to build inside her. Her eyes never left Dante's as he continued to plunge into her, as if she was letting her very soul blend with his.
For his part, Dante couldn't seem to get enough of Nina either. With every thrust, he seemed to be trying to merge their bodies together, welding a physical bond that would never break. Dante stared at Nina in lustful awe, as if just then realizing how thoroughly he had transformed this formerly shy and sexually-reserved woman into his willing and eager fuck-partner.
It was an incredibly hot scene, and I orgasmed then and there.
But Nina was just getting started. Sexy-Nina had made several appearances over the past months, but now she took full control.
"Oh, fuck, Dante. I can't believe how good you feel inside me," Nina said lustfully, her sexy persona coming out in force.
Dante groaned, which only encouraged Nina further.
"I want you to cum inside me, Dante. Give me every drop you have," she pleaded.
Nina's request was unnecessary, since this was how Dante had been finishing all their encounters. Still, this was the first time Nina had explicitly asked for it, and the desperate eagerness in her voice made her request incredibly erotic. Nina's confidence in her birth control must have been absolute.
"Fuck, Nina," was all that Dante managed in response, a grimace of extreme pleasure passing over his face.
Nina reached her hands up towards Dante's head, letting her fingers run over his buzzed hair, as she continued to hold his gaze. She stared in lustful wonder at the ecstatic micro-expressions that passed over Dante's face, as if she still couldn't believe that she was the one responsible for them. But then she fell back into her own raging torrent of sexed euphoria and was swept away again.
Nina's hands began to move down Dante's body, along his powerful chest and abs and then up around his broad back. I saw her nails began to dig into his skin, not enough to break it, but enough to leave marks. Her legs wrapped tightly around Dante's ass, as if she wanted to guide him even deeper inside herself. The fact that Nina physically couldn't be penetrated further was irrelevant... Nina needed Dante in her very core.
"Goddamn it, you're so fucking hot," Dante gasped through gritted teeth.
His steady rhythm at last began to falter, and I knew he was close. Nina must have been close too, because she pulled Dante against her, as if trying to cover every inch of her body with his. Dante allowed himself to drop down as he gave a few short thrusts, followed by a final powerful one, pushing as deep into Nina as he could go. Dante moaned deeply, and although I couldn't see his cock from the camera, I could see his balls suddenly tighten and then pulse as they began to send wave after wave of his sperm directly into Nina's eagerly awaiting womb.
As if the whole scene wasn't enough of a mindfuck, a final thought hammered home for me. Nina's body didn't care that it wasn't me, her loving fiancé, that was so thoroughly inseminating her. Sperm was sperm, and if it could use it to create life, it would. The sheer recklessness of the act seemed like the ultimate taboo, and despite having just ejaculated, I began to get hard again.
Dante continued to cum. He dropped his head down beside Nina's neck, and I could see him powerfully sucking on some of her skin at the base. Whether Dante was intentionally trying to leave a mark or was just so overwhelmed with his orgasm he did it by instinct, I'm not sure. Either way, the result was the same: Nina would be left with a massive hickey.
Nina was in no place to care, though. Her own orgasm rocked her frame as soon as the first spurt of Dante's cum hit her cervix. In fact, Dante's mouth against her neck seemed to potentiate the ecstasy that now passed through her system. She managed to gasp his name softly, and then she was gone; buried underneath waves of pure sexual bliss.
They remained interlocked like that for several seconds, utterly still, aside from shallow breaths and residual body twitches.
Then, at last, Dante sat up suddenly. Something seemed to catch his eye off to the side, and I saw a look of shock pass over his face. Whatever it was, it was outside my viewing angle.
"Everything okay?" Nina asked, drawing Dante's attention back to her. A supremely self-satisfied smile covered her face.
Dante's shocked expression immediately faded, replaced by warmth. "More than okay. I think that might have been our best fuck yet."
"It's in the running, at the very least," Nina smiled back.
Dante began to affectionately run his fingers through Nina's hair. "It's too bad you're getting married tomorrow. You sure you don't want to postpone it another week? Just think how much fucking we could squeeze in."
Nina laughed. "As much as I'd like another week of this, I'm not sure how my family would take that. 'Sorry, Mom and Dad, can you reschedule your plans? I've got this super-hot roommate that I want to fuck my brains out a bit more before I'm officially off the market.'"
"See? You've already got a plan for how to ask and everything. We're halfway there already," Dante said.
"If only it worked like that," Nina smiled at Dante wistfully. She looked around the back of the SUV, regaining her bearings. "Well, I guess I need to hurry up and get back to the girls before I'm missed."
"Yeah, I figured," Dante sighed regretfully. He had kept himself inside Nina, even post-orgasm, but now, at last, he withdrew. Even deflated, his cock was still impressive.
Dante didn't climb off Nina entirely, though. Instead, he let his cock fall back down onto Nina's pelvis; the fluid that still clung to it making a 'splat' sound as it landed on Nina's skin. Dante stared down at it, as if trying to record a perfect memory of the scene.
Nina seemed equally fascinated by his cock, reaching down for it with her hand. She began to slowly milk it, squeezing a final few drops of cum onto her belly. Without missing a beat, she scooped them up with a finger and brought it to her mouth.
"I've always wondered what you taste like," she said, sticking out her tongue and transferring Dante's cum onto it. She pulled it into her mouth and smacked her lips together thoughtfully. "It's... not bad. Slightly salty. And another flavor I can't quite place."
"Look at you, little Ms. Cum-Connoisseur. There's more down there if you want it," Dante said, pointing to some of the white liquid draining from Nina's pussy.
"Nah, I think I'll leave that there. I like the way it feels inside me. Plus, it's a nice little reminder of the fun we had."
"The thought of you Shauncing with your bridesmaids while your pussy is still full of my cum is pretty hot," Dante agreed.
Nina laughed. "Well, enough stalling. Help me get dressed."
Dante did.
A short time later, Nina was fully clothed and standing back outside Dante's SUV. Her hair was a bit of a mess and the hickey on her neck was already turning a dark purple, but otherwise she looked decent. A close eye might suspect she'd just had a powerful fucking, but a more casual glance wouldn't notice. Even her 'BRIDE-TO-BE' sash was perfectly back in place.
"Well, Dante. You were quite the surprise tonight, but this has been fun. I couldn't have asked for a better bachelorette. Are you coming back in with me?"
"Pleasure was all mine, trust me," Dante replied. "But, no, I'll be heading back to the apartment. You may not have noticed, but you've worn me out tonight, Little Miss Sexy."
Nina laughed. "Well, goodnight then. I have to admit, I'm a little sad that this is our last night. I'm going to miss our times together."
"Definitely. I'll be remembering them every time I look at you," Dante said. "But go have fun with your girls. I'll see you tomorrow."
"See you, Dante," Nina said, watching as he headed to the driver's side.
"Oh, and Nina," Dante said, as he climbed into his car. "Congratulations on getting married tomorrow!"
"Thanks!" Nina waved back. Her 'BRIDE-TO-BE' sash shook with the movement, as did Dante's cum still nestled deep inside her body.
And then he was gone.
The rest of the night was relatively uneventful. Nina made a quick stop into the bathroom to pee and clean herself up a bit more, before she reunited with her bridesmaids. Sure enough, Tiffany had covered for her, saying that Nina had needed to step out for a phone call. The other girls had been concerned at first, but Nina now reassured them saying it was just a last-minute wedding issue from her parents, now fortunately resolved.
Lindsey seemed to take the excuse at face value. Megan, though, seemed skeptical; her eyes lingered on the purplish-spot on Nina's neck, but she didn't press further. Tiffany, of course, couldn't wait for the full story of what Nina had done with Dante. The first moment she had alone with Nina, she eagerly asked for details. Nina kept tight-lipped, though, and claimed the two of them had just talked. Tiffany wasn't buying it though; like Megan, she had noticed Nina's still-tussled hair and the tell-tale mark on her neck.
But the bachelorette went on. As exhausted as Nina now was, she still made a good showing of having a blast, and the girls drank, Shaunced, and talked until just after midnight. Then, at last, Megan drove them all home.
I was in a deep sleep by the time Nina made it back. I had masturbated a second time that night, leaving me utterly drained, both physically and mentally. My second wind had started when Dante filled my fiancé with his semen, but the information Dante brought when he returned to the apartment made my second session inevitable.
That moment of shock Dante had post-orgasm wasn't trivial. He'd caught someone looking into the SUV; someone watching after he and Nina climaxed together.
It was Tiffany.
She had known all along that Nina would never kiss-and-tell. And so, she had decided to see it for herself. I don't know for sure, but I suspect after Nina left with Dante, she rushed to the other bridesmaids, made her excuses, and then followed Nina and Dante out of the club. Nina had turned her location on for Tiffany, soothing her kidnapping concerns, but also helpfully providing her with a target to follow. And follow she did.
God knows how much she saw of Dante and Nina's time together, but she was certainly there for the climax. She had fled from the window as soon as Dante had noticed her, but by then, their fuck was mostly over. I can only imagine what Tiffany thought as she saw this supposedly strange black man transform her supposedly-tame friend into a sex-driven goddess. Did Tiffany just watch? Did she pleasure herself? Did she consider joining in with them?
I'll likely never know. Regardless, it meant that Nina's link to Dante was no longer a secret between the three of us. Now, at least one more person knew that my dick wasn't the only one Nina had taken in our relationship. Tiffany obviously wouldn't know the full extent of it, of course, but she certainly knew enough to cause problems.
I just prayed she wouldn't.
Fortunately, it seemed like her primary interest lay elsewhere. Dante had found a note stuffed into the driver's side window that read: "I saw you with Nina. If you want some more fun, I'll be free after the wedding tomorrow night. Here's my number..." signed with a 'T' and her digits printed beneath.
Nina was the only woman that mattered to me, but objectively, I had to admit Tiffany was an attractive woman in her own right. After Dante had finished this bombshell update, I had to ask:
"Are you going to take her up on it?"
Dante had just stared into space. "I haven't decided. Nina's more than enough woman for me. But her friend is pretty cute..."
"It would give you something to do that night while Nina and I have our own 'private' time," I pointed out.
"You might be right," Dante said, considering. "We'll see how I'm feeling tomorrow."
I wouldn't hear all of Nina's perspective until the next day, but I'd already heard more than enough to need a second release. After excusing myself to my room, I pulled my saved video of Dante and Nina in the SUV and rewatched it, this time imagining it from Tiffany's perspective.
I came again in no time.
When I woke the next morning, Nina was sound asleep next to me. It seemed like an ordinary enough start, but then I remembered: it was our wedding day.
That should have meant that this story was over; that there were no more encounters between Nina and Dante left to share.
But like desire, life has a funny way of ignoring even the noblest of intentions.
Author's note: there is one more chapter left in this story. I'd originally planned to publish the second-half to 'Seducing My Friend's Mom' first, but Shaun, Dante, and Nina stole my attention and ran with it. I've learned to ride these writing currents rather than resist them, so I apologize to anyone who was hoping for the other one to publish first. Don't worry; it is coming... along with another brand-new story I've been writing on-and-off for months. No estimations of finish dates this time though—I've learned my lesson.