Page 351 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
“You’re not interrupting,” said Kristen. “This is your party. You want a taste?” She pointed to the cock in her hand.
“No thanks.”
“Good call. You don’t want to wear yourself out before you get your wedding present. I’m sure Tanner got you at least a trio of huge cocks.”
Did he? That seemed very unlikely. A new private island seemed much more likely.
I dabbed a napkin against my cheek. There really wasn’t any cake there. Strange how it always felt like I had food everywhere. My skin sensations must have been off. I started to walk out.
“Wait!” said Kristen. “I have something for you.” She dropped the penis and fished something out of her purse on the vanity. She handed me a pink envelope.
I stared down at the black wax seal on the back of it. There were three letters pressed into the wax: n3A. The font was super weird though. It almost looked like Russian letters.
Weird.“Thanks?” I knew it came out as more of a question. But I had no idea what the hell this was.
“No problem.” Kristen bent over and pulled her skirt up. The stripper started fucking her from behind as she braced her hand against the mirror
Okay then.I started to walk out again.
“Hold on,” said Kristen. “Can you take a pic real quick for my husband?”
“Husband? You and Ocelot tied the knot?”
“Yup! Just last month. Check out the diamonds on this wedding band. I really found a keeper, right?” She flashed her ring at me.
“Yup.”This is the weirdest conversation ever.I quickly snapped a picture for her.
“Did you get my rings in it?” She laughed. “Never mind. Of course you did. I’d be shocked if an experienced hotwife like you didn’t get the rings in the pic.”
Huh?I looked down at the pic. I probably did need to take another...Nope.The picture was perfectly focused on Kristen’s rings. The sparkle from her diamonds had even caused a little lens-flare.
Gah!I hated that I was such an experienced hotwife. But my whore days were behind me.
I smiled, pulled up my poofy skirt in my hands, and escaped the restroom.
On the way back to Tanner, I tossed the envelope on our pile of presents. There were So. Many. Presents. Including what was definitely a new car.
Crazy millionaires…
“Ladies and gentlemen, it’s time for the garter toss!” announced Spaceboy.
Tanner met me out in the middle of the dance floor with a chair.
I grabbed his hand and sat down.
But he immediately dropped my hand. He shimmied to the music and pulled off his bowtie. He looped it around the back of my neck as he did a little strip dance for me.
Oh. My. God.
He ripped open his dress shirt and the buttons went everywhere.
I stared at his perfect eight-pack.Yum.
And then he dropped to his knees and his head disappeared beneath my skirt.
His tongue slowly traced its way from my ankle, up my shin, and along the inside of my knee.
Fuck.What was he trying to do to me?
