**Chapter 2**
The next morning Emily woke early. Her body felt the difference—slight soreness between her legs that lingered when she shifted under the sheets. Alex had already left for the site. She heard him kiss her forehead before dawn and whisper he'd be back by dinner. Sarah was downstairs making calls about centerpieces. David's truck was still in the driveway.
She dressed in a simple sundress, light blue, knee-length. No bra underneath because the straps showed. She went down to the kitchen.
David stood at the counter drinking coffee. He looked her over once, slow. "Morning."
"Morning," she said. She poured herself a cup and stayed on the opposite side of the island.
Sarah walked in from the living room. "Emily, honey, I need to run to the bakery for the tasting. David, you'll be around?"
"I'm working from home today," he answered. "Some paperwork."
Sarah grabbed her keys. "Perfect. Keep Emily company. She can help with the guest list confirmations." She left through the garage door.
The house went quiet except for the clock. David set his mug down. "Come here."
Emily walked around the island. He turned her around, pressed her front against the counter edge, and lifted the back of her dress. His hand went between her legs, fingers pushing her panties aside.
"Already wet," he said, voice low. Two fingers slid inside her easily. He worked them in and out a few times, then pulled them out and wiped them on her thigh. "Bend forward."
She leaned over the counter. He unzipped, rubbed his cock along her slit, and pushed in with one steady thrust. Emily gripped the edge. He fucked her hard and fast, hips slapping against her ass. The sound was muffled by her dress. He reached around and rubbed her clit with rough fingers until her legs shook and she came, biting her arm to stay silent. David followed right after, burying deep and pumping his load inside her.
He stayed in for a moment, then pulled out. A thick drop ran down her inner thigh. He used her panties to wipe himself and left them damp against her skin.
"Keep it in," he told her. "Don't clean up yet."
She straightened her dress. The warmth of his cum stayed inside as she moved. They spent the next hour at the dining table going over the guest list. Every time she shifted in her chair, she felt it leak a little more. David sat across from her, calm, occasionally glancing at her lap as if he knew.
By afternoon Sarah returned. They had lunch together—sandwiches and salad. Emily sat carefully. David's foot rested against hers under the table. She didn't move it away.
That evening Alex came home tired but happy. He hugged Emily from behind in the kitchen while she helped Sarah chop vegetables. "You okay? You seem quiet."
"Just wedding nerves," she said.
David carved the chicken at the head of the table. The four of them sat down: Sarah on one end, Alex beside Emily, David directly across from her. The overhead light was warm. Conversation moved between work stories and final wedding details.
Halfway through the meal David's foot slid up Emily's calf. She kept eating. His socked foot moved higher, under her dress, pressing between her knees. She parted them slightly. His toes reached her panties, still damp from earlier. He rubbed slowly against her clit through the fabric while talking to Alex about the construction project.
Emily's fork paused. She took a sip of water. Alex laughed at something his dad said and didn't notice. David's foot kept moving in small circles. The pressure built. She clenched her thighs around his ankle but he didn't stop. A quiet breath escaped her. Sarah asked if the chicken was too dry. Emily shook her head and answered normally.
David pressed harder. Her hips rocked once against his foot. The orgasm hit low and rolling. She gripped her knife tighter, eyes on her plate, face staying neutral while her pussy pulsed around nothing and more of his earlier cum leaked into her panties. David withdrew his foot casually and took another bite of chicken.
After dinner Sarah and Alex cleared the table and loaded the dishwasher. Emily stayed seated a moment longer. David leaned forward while the others were at the sink. "Bathroom. Now."
She got up and walked down the hall. He followed a minute later. Inside the small guest bathroom he locked the door, bent her over the sink, and pulled her dress up. He yanked her panties down to her knees. His cock slid back into her cum-slick pussy. He fucked her quick and deep, one hand over her mouth. The mirror showed her flushed face and his focused expression behind her.
He came again, adding to the mess. "Leave it," he whispered. "All night."
They returned separately. Alex suggested a movie in the living room. The four of them sat on the big sectional. Alex and Sarah took the long side. Emily sat in the corner chair. David took the spot next to her.
Lights dimmed. The movie started. Twenty minutes in, David's hand moved under the shared blanket. He pulled her dress up and slid her panties aside again. Two fingers pushed into her soaked, creamy cunt. He fingered her slowly while the movie played, curling against the spot that made her thighs tremble. Alex's eyes stayed on the screen, laughing at a joke.
Emily kept her breathing even. David added a third finger. The wet sounds were faint under the blanket and movie audio. She came silently, biting the inside of her cheek, clenching around his fingers as fresh slick mixed with his loads.
Later, when Sarah went to bed and Alex stepped outside to call a friend about bachelor party details, David pulled Emily into the laundry room. He sat on the dryer and made her straddle him. She rode him slow, his hands on her ass guiding her. He came inside her a third time that day, thick and warm. She stayed on him until he softened, then stood up. Cum ran down both thighs now.
"Clean yourself up before bed," he said. "But save some for me tonight."
At 1:15 a.m. her bedroom door opened. David stepped in. Emily was awake, lying on her back in a t-shirt and nothing else. He climbed onto the bed, spread her legs, and licked her messy pussy first—tasting their combined day—before fucking her again on her back. Slow this time. Deep. He held her wrists above her head and filled her once more.
He left without a word.
Emily lay in the dark, legs sticky, mind turning. Alex slept across the hall. The wedding was eight days away. The tension sat heavy in her chest and between her legs. Every creak in the house now carried new meaning.
**End of Chapter 2**