She’d been stood up. After two hours of clock-watching, the last little spark of hope that her date had just been running late had fizzled out. All ...he had left was an expensive bar tab and an empty apartment. The alcohol had done little to cool her temper. Time and money had been spent making a real effort to look fantastic. Her already down-and-out credit card had taken yet another beating over a french manicure at Paul-Eric Sinclair, and an embarrassingly expensive thong from a boutique shop. Finally, I got my chance to go down on one knee to propose, and when she accepted, offered the ring I had bought (yes, I changed my mind) weeks before.Her eyes widened, and a tear trickled down her cheek as I slipped it on her finger. “I love you. Please don’t cry,” I whispered in her ear.She had a little smile through the tears as she turned and whispered to me, “I know. I love you too. It’s just so much, I had to shed a tear or two.”There was a little scatter of applause, which ended shortly. You groan softly knowing what is coming. As he crawls on the bed behind you, I move my chair closer to get an up close view of the violation of your tight little asshole. He rubs the head of his cock against your asshole and then begins to push. Your little pucker ring begins to stretch as he pushes against it, slowly opening to allow the head of his cock to enter. You bury your face in a pillow to muffle your moans as he slowly pushes fully inside. Fully buried in your ass, he breaths, “Fuck. " I would never do that to you." I know, but somehow I could understand if you did."We did not hear Jess making any noise that night.The next morning I was up and making breakfast, in a housecoat, whenJess and Victoria arrived in the kitchen together both also wearingrobes. They had clearly been talking before they reached the kitchenabout how sore Victoria's nipples were this morning. Jess said,"Morning Missy." In my direction and then turned back to Victoria. "Ilay awake last night.