Carlotta's Rival

For Carlotta the longest moments of the night were the ones between the start of her performance and when her fingers at last went to the buttons of her blouse. Forcing the last of her fears away, Carlotta began to part the fabric of her white blouse. Her audience, thinking her apparent reticence a part of the show, found her even more endearing and beautiful. They clapped and cheered even louder. Carlotta , who had taken part in every one of her high school musicals, discovered that some part of her was delighted by the response of these fine looking young men. "An audience is an audience." sh thought to herself and tried to imagine that the only man in the room was Donald. Carlotta's movements became freer and more erotic. The groomsman party was quick to notice this new fluidity to Carlotta's performance and encouraged her in ways that very much pleased her.

The tartan tie and the white silk blouse fluttered to the floor. Every man in the small crowd greatly admired how the shimmering bra enticingly restrained Carlotta's enormous succulent breasts. Carlotta made her way to the stripper pole and made a few acrobatic turns. The microscopic skirt rode up hight, exposing Carlotta's tiny thong and fantastic hips and thighs. Carlotta found reserves she did not know she had as she strode from the stage positioned herself in front of the groom to be, turned and wriggled her sweet little butt.

The guest of honor needed no further encouragement. He reached up and opened the zipper on the back of Carlotta's skirt. The suddenly confident stripper wriggled out of the skirt in a quite enticing manner. The guest of honor stroked, Carlotta's wonderful ass and kissed it several times. Carlotta found his attentions flattering rather than repulsive. For the first time she really understood why some women took their clothes off for a living. There was an undeniable sense of power and control in being the center of attention.

Carlotta temporarily kicked off her heels and offered a shapely leg clad in a knee sock to Reggie. The host of the party took great delight in unrolling the sock down Carlotta's leg. Reggie could not help but notice how firm and smooth was her leg. He was amazed that a woman this beautiful was willing to work for so little. Reggie made a mental note to ask his cousin Marci where he had found this stripper. He would certainly like to hire her again. He watched, his hard on raging as Carlotta offered her other leg to another member of the audience. This man found Carlotta's leg every bit as wondrous as Reggie had.

One of the men made a grab for Carlotta but she avoided the embrace while managing to slide her shoes back on. Mesmerizingly, she returned to the stage and with as much drama as she could muster, she loosed her tits, for a delectable moment she held the brassier against her breasts with her arms before she slowly raised them and allowed the cast off garment to fall to the floor. The crowed oohed at the sight of Carlotta's absolutely perfect breasts with the light brown areolas and sharp pink nipples. Carlotta felt every eye upon her. To her surprise the trepidation of a short while before utterly vanished. Carlotta left the stage and graced each man with a brief kiss. As the men watched rapturously about her, Carlotta lowered her sparkling thong. None of the men had ever seen a more succulent pussy. Carlotta was more than a little surprised to discover that her nether regions were damp.

Carlotta returned to the stage for another round of spinning on the pole. She had to admit that it really the reaction she had received thus far was quite the kick. Then she spied the first of the men whipping out his erect penis. Carlotta suddenly remembered the second part of her mission for the evening. Swallowing hard she forced a smile to her face and approached the man who had lowered his trousers. His circumcised penis was of average length and girth. Carlotta hoped that she would not encounter an unusually large organ as she set to work on this first young man.

Carlotta's first penis belonged to a handsome man with a very short blond haircut. Carlotta did not want to focus too intently on any man's features. She did not want to remember them later while she was performing fellatio on her husband. Carlotta thought of Donald as her mouth encircled the strange shaft. It was clear that the man had been drinking but he was sober enough to pay full attention to Carlotta's voluptuous body as she bent low and sucked on his manhood. The man watched enraptured as Carlotta's head bobbed up and down, her breasts deliciously in his lap. Carlotta was grateful that his alcohol consumption meant that he did not have much staying power, Carlotta felt the organ throb as her mouth filled with cum. Carlotta did not want to swallow but there was no place to unobtrusively spit her load out. With no other option, Carlotta choked down the load of man juice.

Wanting to get her night over as quickly as possible, Carlotta moved immediately to the next young man. His equipment was a bit smaller than average. For the next hour Carlotta focused only on the steady beat of the music and the cocks in her mouth. She swallowed all six loads of cum, leaving just the groom to be. The man who would soon be another woman's husband beamed in anticipation as he lowered his trousers. His organ was huge. Carlotta eyed the cock for a moment wondering about her angle of attack when she felt hands all over her, lifting her and parting her legs.

"Oh no," said Reggie authoritatively, "Bob's getting laid tonight!"

Before, Carlotta could even react the men holding her had positioned her sex right over the erect shaft of the groom to be. Carlotta felt the unfamiliar member slide into her pussy. The guest of honor embraced Carlotta, holding her fast while he began to pump away. Carlotta was sure that she said "No!" repeatedly but the men either did not hear her or, most likely, ignored her protests. Carlotta tried to slink away but then the unanticipated occurred. Carlotta realized that she must have been turned on far more than she was willing to admit when her body began to respond to the manipulations of the groom to be. To her considerable consternation, Carlotta felt the familiar stirring in her loins as orgasm approached. With a beguiling gasp of pleasure, Carlotta came while the men watched. There was a round of applause and then Carlotta heard Donald's voice!

"You whore!" shouted her husband.

Carlotta opened her eyes and spied Marci an Donald at the entrance to the small ballroom!

The men all turned at once and stared as Donald continued his tirade, "I did not want to believe Marci when she told me what you were up to. This is "consoling a troubled friend?" You are nothing but a whoring bitch."

Carlotta sputtered, trying to find her voice.

Reggie strode to where Donald was standing and said, "Hey buddy, this is a private party. Scram!"

Donald gazed at Reggie as if seeing him for the first time. "Oh I intend to scram, bud. I never want to see that bitch again!" stated Donald forcefully. Then he turned to Carlotta's rival and said, "Let's get out of here Marci. I owe you a big apology."

Marci shot a withering look at Carlotta and replied, "I only did it for you own good Donald. It was just killing me knowing what kind of woman a sweet guy like you had married. There is a great place down town that I know. If you want to talk about it I am all ears."

Carlotta broke into tears when she spied Marci extend her hand to Donald. Her husband took the offered palm and the two turned as one and walked away very quickly.

Carlotta had no idea how she had managed to find her way home that night. Her heart broke in two when she realized that Donald was not in the house. Carlotta tried time and again to call Donald but his phone kept rejecting her calls. When he did finally show up at the house he was one large knot of anger. In almost complete silence he packed his bags. He told Carlotta that the only things he had to say to her would come through his lawyer. In the driveway, as Carlotta begged Donald to listen to her, she encountered Marci in the passenger seat of Donald's car. Marci's shit eating grin, made Carlotta almost physically ill.

That, a short time later, Donald chose to follow Marci to Oregon, should not have come as a surprise to Carlotta but it did. The pregnancy was just the bitter icing on the arsenic cake. Carlotta knew, even without the blood test that Donald was NOT the father. In her pain, Carlotta realized that some games were as old as mankind itself. She had no idea when she would ever stop hurting.