I fucked my fiancé’s father the night before my wedding and came on his cock with my dress hanging in the next room. I’m twenty-six. The wedding was at noon. We were all in his house in Asokoro because the hotel mixed up the rooms. My fiancé went out with his boys. I went downstairs for water. His father was in the kitchen in a singlet, drinking. He looked at my mouth like he had been doing it for months and finally stopped hiding it. I should have taken the bottle and left. I let him back me into the counter instead. He kissed me like he was stealing something he already thought was his. His hand went straight up my nightshirt. I was wet before he even found my pussy. He laughed into my neck and said my fiancé doesn’t touch me like this. I hated that he was right. He put me on that kitchen table, spread my legs, and licked my clit until I had to clap my own hand over my mouth. I came on his tongue with my heels kicking the cabinet. Then I pulled his cock out myself.