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Robin's Wild Reception - Part 1

October 14, 8:06 PM

* * * Robin Parker * * *​

"What the fuck, Heather?! Are you trying to steal my husband from me during my fucking wedding reception?!" I asked, my redhead blood boiling to the surface. I didn't yell like I wanted to because I didn't want the entire party to hear.

"What?" Heather asked groggily, looking genuinely confused. She was obviously drunk, I realized.

"Babe, I didn't -" John began.

I cut him off with a look. Then I relaxed and said, "No, I know you didn't, babe. I'm not mad at you at all."

Turning my attention back to Heather who, naked and covered in sweat and cum, had retreated to the far end of the bed, I explained, "You know, Heather, I didn't get mad when you tried to convince John to dump me in favor of you, because you told me you were testing him. Of course, it didn't hurt that he had called you a tame little doe and declared his unconditional love for me; so, yeah, I let it slide. I saw all that with my own fucking eyes! Did I kick you out of my fucking wedding? No, I didn't because I trusted you. I was suspicious but I believed you."

"What do you mean you saw it with your own eyes?" John asked. "You weren't there. How the fuck did you see us?" He thought for a moment as I froze, knowing I had screwed up. Then he said, "Ah, fuck, the security footage! It must have been recording. You watched that?"

I bit my lip and looked at him sheepishly. I couldn't lie to him. I slowly nodded.

"Fuck Robin! What the hell?!"

"Uh... well... um... okay, can we table that for five minutes, babe?" I wanted to deal with Heather and then take my time to smooth things over with John.

"No!" he said, clearly angry. "How the fuck could you do that?" Then he thought for a second and gasped. "Oh shit, you said 'unconditional love'! You heard everything I told Heather on the way out, didn't you?"

Knowing I had to face the music, I pointed to Heather and said, "Don't move, bitch!" I sat on the bed beside John and said, "Yes, I heard everything. I'm so sorry. Heather had spoken to you and wouldn't tell me anything other than that you were fine. I had to know how you had really reacted."

"Then you should have told me yourself instead of sending Heather to do your dirty work! You would have seen my reaction firsthand!" he shouted. Then his eyes went wide, and he said in awe, "So, when we discussed setting up our new rules, you already knew everything I had done."

"Yes, but please understand that what I heard on that recording was exactly what I needed to hear."

"That's not the point!" he shouted.

I looked down in embarrassment and waited, saying nothing. This was something I rarely did. I always looked him in the face, and I rarely kept my mouth shut. I also wanted to let him absorb what I said before moving on.

Sure enough, curiosity getting to him, he finally asked calmly, "How so?"

"You explained what terrible marriage material I was; do you remember that?"

"Vaguely."

"Well, you went into great detail on how no man in their right mind would marry someone like me. You know what I thought about that?"

"You got mad?"

I shrugged and said, "At first, yeah. But then I realized that everything you said rang so true to me. If any other man knew as much about me as you do, he would never ever propose to me. I know that now!" I told him, firmly. "I guess I always did inside because I had never planned on telling you about me being a hooker." Heather already knew about my life of prostitution, and I hoped nobody was right outside the room to overhear.

His brow was still furrowed. "Oh?"

I didn't know if he was doubting his own assessment or my acceptance of it. I said, "Yeah. I can get anyone to fuck me. I can get most anyone to start a relationship with me. But once that dude had to deal with my attitude, my past as a call girl, and the fact that his dick, no matter how wonderful, would never be enough for me, he would quickly back out of that relationship, let alone consider marrying me. That's why I kept my past a secret. I mean, even without my past, my friends grope me right in front of you and I'm always looking for new dick. That's got to be tough to deal with. I didn't used to think it was a big deal, but I understand now that most guys, nearly one hundred percent, would consider that shit dealbreakers.

"I'm super high maintenance. I don't mean monetarily. I mean that I need constant attention and excitement. I know that can be exhausting. I've been trying to slow down but it's not easy. Maybe I'll have less energy as I get older, but, right now, I just want to go and go and go. I'm a great girlfriend for a night or a weekend but I can be hard to handle for a month let alone the rest of your life."

He looked at me, studying me as I spoke. "I think you're being a little hard on yourself, but, yeah, it's not what most men want long term."

"But you do. You married me. So, all that, combined with your description of your unconditional love for me, really crystalized the fuck out of my feelings for you. John, my love for you is ... equally... unconditional."

"Huh? What do you mean by that?"

I took his hand in my two hands, looked him in the eye, and said, "I love you, John. I know you worry that my knowing your love is unconditional might lead to me taking you for granted. That's natural, but I will never take you for granted. That's because I love you completely and without condition."

He looked at me skeptically.

I told him, "I'm serious! If you told me that you hate me right now, slapped me in my fucking face, and stormed your ass out of here to get a divorce, I would still love you until the day I die. There is nothing you could do to me that would make me stop loving you." I knew that was the truth as soon as I said it. Anything he did to me I would attribute to my own shortcomings. "Like you, I worry a little that knowing that might make you take me for granted, but it's worth the risk to make this right between us."

He nodded for a long moment.

I had nothing else to say and I just sat there looking at him, waiting for him to reply.

"You shouldn't have watched the video," he said forcefully. "You know that right? Barring that, you should have told me you fucking watched it." He sighed, gave me a wry grin, and shook his head, "But, as you know, finding this out has no god damn effect on how much I love you; so, there's no sense in pretending that it does."

I shook my head, gripping his hand tightly. "I know, babe, but I don't take that for granted. Okay... look... I admit that I was not going to tell you about watching the video... or about how unconditional my love is... but... I'm now glad it's out there."

"Me too," he said, his smile softening.

We kissed tenderly for a long moment. This was a loving kiss, gentle and with real feeling, as we wrapped our arms around each other. Our tongues played gently against each other.

When we broke the kiss, we smiled softly at each other.

I told him, "You go on and have some more fun, babe. I still have some things to discuss with Heather."

"Are you sure?" he asked, concerned.

"Go fuck a slut for me, John," I told him with a grin; I considered all my friends to be sluts. "I'll catch up with you at nine thirty."

He nodded and left as I turned my attention back to Heather. I stood in front of the bed, my hands on my hips.

Heather got off the bed and came to me, still naked and sweaty with my husband's cum dripping from her ass and Mack's cum coating her stomach. Her normally wavy blonde hair was long and straight, wet with sweat. Most of the makeup had worn off her face, which showed that she was a natural beauty. She tried to hug me saying, "Robin, please don't be mad at me."

I steeled myself, resisting her beauty, stepped back, and put my hand on her chest, to keep her at arm's length, and asked sarcastically, "Why would I be mad at you for trying to steal John from me?"

She shook her head, "I didn't do that. I would never do that."

"I fucking heard you just now! You proved to him that you were as wild as me and asked him if you were still a tame little doe. Then you fucking declared your love for him! Am I missing something?" I told her, my anger returning and my voice rising in volume despite my efforts to keep it down.

"Yes. I love you too," she said emphatically.

I knew she was still drunk, so I wasn't quite sure if she even knew what she was saying. "What the fuck are you talking about?"

She put her hands to her chest, covering my hand where I still held her away from me. "I love you so much, Robin. I never want to hurt you."

"Then why are you trying to fuck up my relationship with John? You tried to get him to dump me at his bachelor party, didn't you?"

Tears filled her eyes, and she backed up and sat on the bed. "I'm sorry. It's not like that."

I watched her sob for a moment and judged that she was being sincere. I still didn't know what she was getting at, but my heart did melt when I saw that. "I love you too, which is one reason that this is so upsetting to me. In fact, it's the only reason I haven't kicked you out of Robin's Nest and my life. But I'm this close to doing just that, so you had better explain yourself right the fuck now!"

"Okay, okay... right... where do I start?" she stammered.

Regretting that I had let my anger flare again I calmly said, "Start at the beginning. And don't lie to me!"

She shook her head and said, "I won't. Okay, well, it's like this. Do you remember how we met? I was new to TSC, and John got you to help me out?"

I smiled at that. Heather had never been with a woman before. I had been her first. "I remember that very well. What about it?"

"You were so pretty, and you were so gentle with me. You guided me and made me feel so comfortable. Yours was the first pussy I had ever tasted. I fell in love with you that night," Heather told me shyly, reminding me of how shy she had been that first night.

"In love with me?"

She nodded. "Do you remember how I sought you out every time you were at TSC until we finally started meeting at your house?"

"Yes," I said. After that night, every time John and I had gone to TSC Heather had found us. After a while, we had become such good friends that I wanted to see her outside of TSC. We started meeting at home until eventually threesomes with Heather became a regular thing. In the end, I loved her as much as I loved Angela.

"Well, the truth is that I never went to TSC when you weren't there," she said.

"How is that possible? You were always there when we showed up. I figured you were there every night it was open."

She shook her head. "Every night TSC was open, I would dress up and drive by at 8:15, fifteen minutes before they locked the doors. I would look for John's vehicle in the parking lot; can't miss that silver Corvette. If you two were there, I'd stop."

"Really? I didn't realize that. So, you didn't attend TSC when we weren't there?"

She shook her head.

"So, you stalked us?"

"Sorry."

"Damn Heather," I swore. Then I sighed and said, "I should feel creeped out by that, but I remember being so happy to see you. I've grown closer to you than people I've known for years. That's why I trusted you to talk to John for me."

"I got mad at you," she told me sheepishly.

"What?"

"I'm so sorry, Robin. I love you so much but during the bachelorette party, I got mad. You told me you cheated on John. It felt like you had cheated on me too. I'm in love with him as much as I'm in love with you. I felt so bad for him."

I knew that she knew I was very specific on the difference between 'love' and 'in love'. The fact she had declared that she was in love with both me and John was not lost on me. But, more pressing, I wanted to know why she had gotten mad at me. "I thought you understood and were on my side."

"I did understand, but I still felt bad for John. I only got mad later; at the party. I got so fucking mad at you when I heard what you told Tanner."

"Tanner?" I asked, confused. "What did I say?"

"You told him that he ate your pussy as good as John ate you. Then you told him that his dick was bigger than John's and dared him to fuck you better than John."

I barely recalled that, the memory fuzzy from how drunk I had been. After I had dared Tanner to fuck me better than John, he pounded me into the mattress as the girls chanted our names. "From what I recall, I think he might have actually fucked me better than John. I don't remember. Either way, I still married John, didn't I? How big some other guy's dick is or how well someone else fucks me has got absolutely nothing to do with my love for John."

"I realize that now, but at the time, well, I was already feeling bad for John. So, when I saw him, I told him --"

"I know what you told him. I saw it all. You told him that it would be better if he dumped me in favor of you!"

She nodded. "Not exactly but... yeah... I'm so sorry, Robin."

"If you loved me --"

"I DO love you. I'm in love with you. I regretted it the next morning when I realized what I had done... especially in light of what John had told me that night about what he had done. Not only was he not mad, but he had done the same sort of shit to you. So, the next morning I just stopped feeling bad for him and, of course, stopped being mad at you too."

"So, why this display just now? Why show him how wild you were if not to steal him away."

"Because he hurt my feelings! I know he didn't mean to, but he did. I just wanted to feel worthy of being with you two. I wanted him to admit that I wasn't the boring tame little doe he saw me as."

"Did that make it all better? Him admitting that you were wild."

She laughed and said, "Actually, yes. It felt so good to hear that. It was so fucking good that I didn't even realize I had told him I was in love with him out loud like that until you spoke up."

"What?"

She nodded and shrugged. "Cards on the table?"

"Please," I said, wanting her to get it all out.

She took a deep breath and said, "I always tell you and John that I am in love with you when we are finished making love. I just do it in my head because I don't want to ruin what we have. Good thing, because the first fucking time I screw up and say it out loud... sure as shit, I ruined everything."

I had seen Heather shy, scared, confused, and happy but I had never seen her sad or angry. I didn't like it.

Tears rolling down her face she added, "That's everything. Now you know that I'm in love with you. I never meant for this to happen. I'm so sorry."

Softly, I told her, "Stop crying. You haven't ruined everything."

She looked up at me. She was still sitting on the bed, and I was still standing in front of her. "No?"

I sat down beside her, sighed, and said, "No. It just seems to me that what you've done is because you're in love with John. I'm not sure if you're in love with me or if you're just saying that to throw me off."

Heather's eyes went wide, and she gasped. "What? Oh shit. Oh, please don't say that. Robin. I will do anything to prove to you that I'm in love with you. Just name it," she said, sliding off the bed onto her knees in front of me.

I looked at her and she seemed so sincere. She had gone from sad to hopeful to desperate within a minute. Everything she had said made sense to me, but I was still finding it hard to turn everything around so suddenly in my mind. I had been suspicious of her for so long and had just gotten confirmation that I had been right. Now she was telling me that she was in love with me the entire time.

Though I was starting to believe her, especially considering her reaction to my doubt, I found myself getting angry. Here was someone else who hid their true feelings and intentions from me. What the fuck is with people? Why can't people be honest? Shit, I had been dishonest with John, so who the fuck was I to complain? Karma was a bitch!

So, Heather had stalked me so she could be with me because she was in love with me. I felt manipulated. Sure, I eventually loved her back. I really did love her. Problem was, I had thought we were on equal ground that whole time and, turned out, she was deeply in love and, in a way, made me fall in love with her.

I didn't want to kick her out of my life or anything drastic, but I felt like I needed to punish her. It was a strange feeling. I was angry that I was only just then finding out about her true feelings. She was in love with us... Us! Was she really in love with both of us? I knew from her actions that she was in love with John. She said she was in love with me too, and I was starting to believe her.

The right of it, whether it was a good thing for her to be in love with us like that, was a completely different question. That I would deal with later; like after-our-honeymoon later.

Looking back on our time together I realized that I did believe her. She was in love with both of us. Still, I didn't want to give her the immediate satisfaction of knowing that. I wanted to punish her for hiding her feelings until that moment as well as to prove herself.

I decided to frame it as a question of her veracity. I believed she was in love with me, but I wanted her to think I didn't. I wanted her to prove it. I wanted her to suffer a bit for hiding her feelings for so long.

So, I figured, if I told her to do something she didn't want to do, that would be a start at proving herself and a proper punishment. What did Heather not want to do, though? She had just proven that she liked anything sexual, so there was nothing sexual she wouldn't do. Pain, on the other hand, was another matter.

"Name it?" I asked rhetorically. "Okay, Heather. How's this? If you are really in love with me, you will do what I tell you for the next hour. You can walk out at any time, which will tell me that you really aren't in love with me after all."

Heather beamed up at me from her knees. "Yes, Robin. Test me. I will do anything not to lose you from my life. It's not just John, it's you. I fell in love with you before I fell for John. I really did. Please test me. You can test me for days or weeks, I don't care."

"No, an hour will do," I told her calmly. Then firmly I said, "Come here! Get up. Lay right here."

"Across your lap? Are you going to spank me?"

"Are you asking questions? Are you not going to do it?"

Heather's eyes grew wide, and she quickly laid herself across my lap. She was bigger than me, so it was a little awkward to have her across my little lap. "I love you, Robin. I will do whatever you want to prove it to you."

I smiled at that. This was going to be fun. Without warning I lifted my hand high above my head and brought it down as hard as I could on Heather's shapely ass. The loud SMACK echoed off the walls, the wetness coating her butt, a mix of her sweat and my husband's cum that had leaked out of her asshole and had been spread all around, splashed out, a couple drops striking my face.

"Ow!" she yelped in pain.

"Do you love me?" I asked.

"Yes, Robin," she whimpered.

"If you love me, ask for more," I demanded.

She hesitated for a moment and then said, "I love you, Robin. P-Please spank me again."

I knew she didn't like the pain and was impressed that she had managed to ask for me to spank her again. Of course, I did it! SMACK!

"Ouch! That hurts, Robin," she groaned.

SMACK! "Are you going to hide your feelings from me ever again?" I asked. SMACK!

"No, Robin. I'm sorry."

"You had better not!" I shouted. SMACK! The palm of my hand stung as I spanked her ass as hard as I could muster.

"Ow, shit!" she groaned and wiggled.

SMACK! "Do you want to get up and leave?" I asked. SMACK!

"No, Robin! Please spank me again!" she said firmly.

I looked at her ass, my red handprints decorating the pretty pale skin. I knew she hated this. I could hear in her voice that she was only tolerating it because of her love for me. She could easily have gotten up and left. She was stronger than I was, and I knew she could overpower me if she wanted to.

A wave of love spread through me. I did love her. My anger suddenly dissipated completely. I caressed her ass, causing her to flinch in pain. She was enduring this for me.

I pressed my middle finger into her ass crack as the rest of my hand rested on both of her red cheeks. I pressed it down into her asshole which was still slick with John's cum; cool from the evaporation but still wet. Driving it inside until my hand prevented me from pressing any farther, I then started spanking her ass with my one hand, fucking her sphincter with my digit.

"Mmm... yes... fuck my ass, Robin! You can spank me like this all night," Heather moaned.

I marveled at how little her firm shapely ass rippled under my assault. She was in great shape. I added a second and then a third digit as I realized my husband had just been fucking her ass with his thick cock just as I was doing with my three fingers.

"Yes. It feels so good, Robin," she groaned. "I am so in love with you." That little comment was not common for Heather. She never said anything about love when we had sex. This was new and she said it with such feeling after being spanked that I could hear the truth in it. She had told me that she often thought those things but never said them. I liked the change.

I grabbed her hair as she looked at me. I asked her, "Are you my dirty little slut?"

"Yes, you can do anything to me," she replied.

"Kneel down in front of me!" I commanded, whipping my fingers out of her ass. If I was going to test her, I was going to have fun. Giving her unwanted pain, I found, wasn't fun for me; it made me feel bad for her because I loved her.

Heather knelt before me again. She was taller than me and with her on her knees and me sitting on the bed, we were eye to eye. I marveled at how pretty she was despite the lack of makeup and her hair flat to the sides of her head.

"Taste!" I said as I presented my three fingers to her that had recently been in her ass.

Despite them being covered in John's cum and her own ass juices, she obediently opened her mouth and sucked on my fingers. Her tongue caressed my digits gently as she sucked.

Though impressed, I was nowhere near finished with her. "Lick my feet!"

"Your feet?" she asked.

"Or leave and show me that you only love John," I said with a wave of my hand, a mannerism I had picked up from Jenny.

"Anything for you, my love," she told me as she backed up, got down on all fours, and pressed her tongue to the top of my left foot.

I kept my feet flat on the floor as she licked them. I had recently walked through the entire building barefoot, picking up all sorts of dirt. I wasn't trying to make her sick, I just wanted to humiliate her.

Several people stood at the entryway watching us. They came in and stood around the bed after I gestured for them to come inside but still keep their distance.

"Okay, Heather. Get on the bed. On your back," I instructed.

Heather smiled up at me before jumping to her feet and flopping down on the bed, face up.

"You have always been so dignified," I told her. "Here you are, shamelessly sprawled naked on the bed, covered in sweat and cum in front of me and whoever else wants to fucking watch." I said, gesturing to the people who were surrounding us, a new one filtering in regularly.

She looked at me, her eyes sparkling, and told me, "I will do anything for you, Robin. I'm in love with you. Please believe me."

She wanted to prove how wild she was and that she loved me. She would do anything I told her to do. I could see that in her eyes as well as her actions. I had the urge to stop testing her at that moment, but I resisted it. I wanted to have some more fun with her and punish her a bit more for springing these revelations on me.

I crawled onto the bed, looking down at her. I leaned my face down close to hers. When she lifted her head to kiss me, I pulled back with a teasing smile and climbed higher. I pushed her head down into the mattress with my hand as I straddled her face. Then, leaning back, I lowered my ass to her mouth as I ordered, "Lick my ass!"

Heather's tongue pressed up against my little sphincter as my ass cheeks pressed down against the cheeks of her face. Her breath on my ass felt incredibly wicked as she licked my butt.

"Mmm... that's nice," I cooed. "Now fuck it!" As usual, I had made sure I was super-clean and empty down there just for this sort of eventuality. While there was always a chance of gas, there was no chance of any solids emerging. So, I gently pushed, making my sphincter open.

Without hesitation, Heather slipped her tongue into my asshole. At first, she licked around the entrance and then pressed deeper. She pressed, withdrew, pressed, and withdrew, fucking my ass.

"Oh shit, yes, just like that. Tongue-fuck my ass, Heather," I groaned, pleasure flooding my brain and chills spreading down my arms and legs, which happened to me with as any sort of anal activity. I rolled my body back and forth on her face, cutting off her air more than letting her suck some air in.

Heather grabbed my tits, rolling my nipples, as she worked her tongue in and out of my ass. She breathed deep through her nose whenever I rocked back enough.

"This is where you belong; right under my ass," I told her as I let a lot of my weight settle on her face for a moment.

She gasped for breath when I lifted my ass from her face and looked down at her.

"Are you ready to please my pussy, now?" I asked her.

"Yes," she said, still catching her breath.

"Okay, there you go. Mmm... good girl," I cooed as I lowered my pussy to her mouth but didn't press down, letting her work on me. "Whose pussy is your favorite?"

"Yours, Robin. It's so beautiful and pink," she told me as she ran her tongue all around my slit, up and down, probing here and there, and lapping at my hard clit.

"You look beautiful down there eating me," I told her as she worked on me. Then I got a mischievous idea to test here and asked, "Whose cock is your favorite?"

She hesitated for a moment, still licking at my pussy, and then said, "John."

I gasped in mock-surprise. "Are you telling me that you prefer my husband's cock to all others, you little bitch?" Here was the big test for her. I honestly wondered if Heather would pass.

"Don't be mad -"

"Answer me, you little slut!"

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes, I prefer your husband's cock to all others."

"Good," I replied. "Don't ever hide your feelings from me again!"

I could see her eyes as the relief washed over Heather. The fact that her eyes were between my thighs was so fucking sexy I nearly came right there.

I grabbed her hair in my hand and sat full on her face as I said, "Now, eat my pussy, bitch. You know what I like. Yeah, just like that!"

Heather ate my pussy with renewed vigor as she moaned up into my crotch, sending a thrill through me. "Mmm... mmm-hmm...."

"Yeah?" I asked and then laughed with joy at the feelings she sent through me. "Eat it!" I barked. "Just like that!"

Her tongue worked up against my pussy as her lips sucked at my tender flesh bringing my pleasure higher and higher.

It didn't hurt that I was also getting off on the power I had over her. I pressed my weight down and ground my pussy against her face, her mouth and nose lost in the folds of my pussy. "You like when I ride your face?"

"Mmm-hmm," she hummed against me, unable to breathe as she did her best to press her tongue up into my hole. I wasn't making it easy for her to do, rocking my pussy back and forth against her mouth.

As I rubbed my clit against her nose, driving myself toward orgasm, I cooed, "Such a good girl. Just like that!"

My orgasm close, I lifted up a bit and ordered, "Make me cum! Suck my pussy! Just like that! Ohhh... yes! Make me cum!"

Heather, her nose sucking in air, clamped her mouth around my pussy and sucked, her tongue rubbing roughly against my sensitive clit. She was determined to make me finally cum. She needed to do this to prove her love for me, I knew.

"Ahhh... Mmm... Yes, yes, yes, yes.... Right there.... mmm.... ahhh...." I shouted, moaned, groaned, and cooed as I came on Heather's beautiful face.

She lapped up my girl-cum as I came down from my orgasm.

I pressed my weight down onto her face again and swished my hips as I got my breath back. I softly moaned, "Mmm.... Good girl..."

Heather gazed up at me, eager to continue to prove herself to me.

I climbed down her body, laying against her, and kissed her mouth tenderly.

She wrapped her arms and legs around me, kissing me back, her tongue playing with mine. "I'm in love with you," she whispered.

"I believe you," I told her. I didn't want to give her false hope about my own feelings for her. I needed to discuss this whole situation with John first; a discussion that might have to wait for our honeymoon or after. "All is forgiven," I sighed softly, knowing I could at least give her that to hold on to without impulsively overcommitting myself, as was my tendency.

Heather beamed a smile up at me. She wasn't disappointed in my response in the least. She kissed me again and then her head fell back. She ran her fingers through my hair and said softly, "I'd do anything for you."​