Chapter 19- THE RISK

The door started opening. Panic shot through me like electricity. I rushed forward and pressed my body hard against it, holding it half way so it wouldn’t open fully. My heart was pounding so loud I was sure Ryan could hear it.

“Bella?” Ryan’s voice came through the small gap. He sounded worried. “What’s going on in there? You’ve been inside for a long time.”

“I’m pooping!” I blurted out, my voice higher than normal. “Give me a few minutes, please. My stomach is acting up.”

Even though there was no smell at all, I hoped the excuse would work. My face was burning hot. Jake was still behind me, his hard cock pressed against my ass. I could feel him breathing fast.

He has been watching my ass the entire time I was talking to Ryan through the door. The way my thick, round cheeks jiggled slightly with every small movement, the curve of her hips, the soft flesh that looked so inviting, it drove him crazy. He had tried to hold back, but the sight of my bent slightly forward, trying to act normal while my husband was right there, made something snap inside him. He couldn’t resist anymore.

Ryan paused. “Honey, are you okay? You sound strange. Do you need anything?”

Just as I opened my mouth to answer, Jake grabbed hips tightly. He slowly pushed forward. His thick cock slid into my wet pussy in one smooth motion, stretching me open. I almost moaned out loud. My eyes widened and I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood. The sudden fullness made my knees weak.

“I’m… fine,” I managed to say, my voice shaking badly. “Just a little stomach issue. I’ll be out soon. Don’t worry.”

Ryan sighed on the other side of the door. “Alright. But don’t take too long. People are starting to ask about you. We still have to say goodbye to everyone.”

The door finally closed with a soft click. The second it did, Jake started moving. He thrust harder, deeper. His hips slapped against my ass, making loud, wet clapping sounds that echoed in the small restroom. Each thrust pushed me forward. I had to hold onto the sink to stay steady.

“Oh god, Jake… slow down,” I whispered, voice breaking. Tears of guilt and pleasure mixed in my eyes.

He didn’t slow down. He fucked me faster, gripping my soft hips, pulling me back onto his cock with every stroke. The sound of skin slapping skin was so loud I was terrified Ryan would hear it from outside. Jake leaned over my back, one hand reaching around to rub my clit while he pounded me.

“You feel so good,” he groaned quietly in my ear. “So wet for me. Even better than I imagined.”

I felt disgusted and turned on at the same time. This was wrong on every level. I was at his wedding, in the bathroom, letting him fuck me while my husband waited outside. The guilt ate at me, but my body kept responding. I was dripping wet. Every deep thrust sent waves of pleasure through me that I didn’t want to feel.

Jake’s breathing got heavier. He spanked my ass lightly, then harder. The sound mixed with the clapping. I moaned softly, unable to hold it back completely.

“Shhh,” he whispered, but he didn’t stop. He kept fucking me hard, his balls slapping against me. My heavy breasts bounced with every thrust. I felt so full. So used. And yet my pussy kept squeezing around him.

Jake kept going, fucking me with long, hard strokes. The clapping sounds were getting louder.

“Cum for me,” he whispered.

I shook my head, but my body betrayed me. I came hard, biting my arm to stay quiet. My pussy clenched around his cock, juices running down my thighs. Jake groaned and fucked me through it, not slowing down.

When he finally pulled out, he turned me around and pushed me gently against the wall. His eyes were wild with lust.

“I’m close,” he said. “Suck me again. Please.”

I was still shaking from my orgasm, legs weak. Guilt crashed over me like a wave. I had just cheated again, with a man who had blackmail on me, at his own wedding. Ryan was right outside. And yet I dropped to my knees once more.

I took him back into my mouth, sucking him deep and fast. Jake held my head gently, thrusting into my throat. Saliva dripped everywhere. He groaned low, trying to stay quiet.

“Fuck, Bella… I’m going to cum.”

He pulled out at the last second and stroked himself. Hot cum shot across my breasts and neck. I stayed on my knees, breathing hard, feeling completely used and ashamed.

Jake helped me up, his hands surprisingly gentle. “That was amazing,” he whispered. “I’ll delete the video. I promise.”

I didn’t believe him. But I quickly cleaned myself up, fixed my dress, and wiped my face. My legs were still shaking.

“I have to go,” I said quietly. “Ryan is waiting.”

Jake nodded. “Go first. I’ll wait a minute.”

I unlocked the door and stepped out carefully. The hallway was empty. I walked back toward the party on unsteady legs, my mind a complete mess. The guilt was eating me alive. How had I let this happen?

Ryan saw me and came over. “You okay? You were in there forever.”

I forced a smile. “Yeah. Just stomach issues. I’m better now.”

He put his arm around me for the guests to see. But I could barely feel it. All I could think about was Jake’s cum on my skin and the fact that I had let another man fuck me while my husband waited outside the door.

The rest of the night passed in a blur. I smiled when I needed to. Laughed when people told jokes. But inside, I felt broken. The secrets were getting heavier. And I didn’t know how much longer I could carry them.