And you know what? He was way, way better than my ex.

Long story short, I was in a happy relationship. Or so I though. I thought my man was super into me, but it turns out he was hooking up with some old flame while I was making appointments with caterers. I don’t know if he was overconfident or just stupid, but he let me borrow his phone to look something up, and she happened to message him at that exact moment. I was horrified and thought I might be misunderstanding something, but opening the app and seeing their conversation cleared that up real quick. She was sending nudes, and he was gushing over them.

Fortunately, my ex wasn’t in the room, so he didn’t see me have my little meltdown. I had enough time to gather my thoughts and figure out how to stop my world from falling apart. Obviously, the first step was to get even.

For the next few days, I pretended like everything was normal and that I was just stressed out by the wedding. My ex didn’t seem to care much, but I think he was mainly distracted by his little affair. In fact, he was so distracted that he left most of his own responsibilities to his best man. His hot, single best man who was also his best friend.

Now imagine my surprise when I sat down to have a chat with him and learned a few more things, such as that my ex had been a bit of a manwhore back in the day. No judgment from me, but I learned that he wasn’t exactly picky, so he ended up sleeping with a lot of girls that his friends were into, which made their friendships a little rocky for a while. And wouldn’t you know it, he also happened to fuck a cute girl that his best man had been crushing on for years.

I’m sure you understand there was only one thing to do in a situation like that. To his credit, the best man first rejected me outright and said he couldn’t do that to his friend. The past was the past, and he just wanted us to be happy.

But then I told him about the proof I’d seen, and he got PISSED on my behalf. He was absolutely furious that he was spending so much time and money trying to plan this wedding for such a shitty, disrespectful friend.

Did I take advantage of his anger a little bit? Of course I did. Who wouldn’t want to have a violent, angry fuck with a big, powerful man? He could toss me around like a doll, and I made sure that’s exactly what he did.

Before, I’d been pretty stressed out because I couldn’t return the bridal gown, but this provided the perfect opportunity to get some very cathartic use out of it. Neither of us were nearly as good as a real wedding photographer, but me and the best man certainly managed to make a very extensive photo album that revealed the depth of our feelings.

I wonder how my ex is going to feel when he gets to the part where I show just how little of his best man’s cock I could fit down my throat. Or right after that, when I show that it can stretch out my pussy just fine.

The poor bastard has no idea what’s coming to him. I’m only going to give him a fraction of the photos and videos to start with, then I’m going to send him a few more every month. If everything goes according to plan, then I think the rest of his friends will be happy to contribute as well.