WEDDING DAY

When Vito wakes up in the morning, he realizes that Jaci is gone. He wonders if he had dreamt about last night's sexual encounter with Jaci. Nah, that shit felt quite real, he can nearly feel her tongue on his dick's tip all over again. That stuff wasn't a dream.

She must have either left later last night or very early in the morning. He stretches his body and smiles, he feels relaxed in all places. He's feeling like a cat who has had a fill of the nicest warmest milk available.

Then suddenly, he jolts upright in bed, today is the wedding day! He looks at the time, it is 8 am and the wedding service is to start by 10 am, he has 2 hours to get ready. When he steps into the shower, the memory of last night starts replaying in his head.

He enjoys the replay until the guilt comes hard at him. He pauses in the shower and rakes his hands through his hair. Raffaele has shown him nothing but kindness. 

He had taken him off the streets when he was just the kid down the block who sold tacos in creative ways. That time when he was a rebellious boy against his biological father due to his callousness and uncaring nature.

Heck, his father's mistress had even sexually abused him. Those were dark moments in his life, some pretty dark moments. But Raffaele had come like a knight in shining armor and saved him. He had given him his backing and name with enough street credibility to outshine his peers. The man has been nothing but a great father to him. One his biological father couldn't be to him.

How could he be having an affair with Raffaele's soon-to-be young wife? How?

How could he be repaying him for everything he has done for him in such a way?

By the time he steps out of the shower, his mood is sufficiently dampened. He wonders how he's going to play pretense in front of Raffaele for the whole of today having fucked his wife-to-be last night with no guarantees that he's going to get over her quickly and cut things off with her. Damn. Why do things need to get complicated at times? Why did Raffaele have to pick the one girl he had an amazing one-night stand with and marry her?

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After that bout of great sex last night with Vito, Jaci wakes up feeling alive. She remembers how she sneaked back into her hotel room last night without alerting her parents, it was fun. She would be moving into the main house where Raffaele and Vito live after her honeymoon. Today is her wedding day too, what a morning it would be she thinks. 

Her mobile phone rings, it's Raffaele, "Good morning, my love. Hope you slept well. I couldn't get hold of you last night."

Jaci secretly smiles to herself, "I was getting my beauty sleep, Raff. You know how all eyes would be on the bride today."

Raff murmurs in agreement. "I know they say it's bad luck for the bride and groom to see before the wedding, so I'd see you at 10 am. Can't wait to make love to you tonight."

Jaci smiles again, "See you soon, babes."

It's nearly 10 am by the time Jaci and her family get to church. Jaci is clad in a virginal white wedding gown.

Her creamy white shoulders and cleavages are beautifully exposed. Her hair is swept up from her face and held with beautiful hair pins while a tiara rests on her hair. She is looking like a beautiful dream.

Vito holds himself from gaping at her beauty and elegance. His face suddenly falls when he remembers their sexual escapades and how Raffaele is going to tie the knot with this same lady in a matter of minutes. Raffaele feels the change in Vito's mood as they are standing beside each other waiting for the bride to approach her father.

"Cheer up, Vito. I'm happy today in taking Jaci as my wife. No one is forcing my hand, it's just my decision. Be happy for me." A delighted Raffaele beams.

Vito smiles back at him on the surface but within himself, his mind is in turmoil. He only feels worse as Raffaele gets more glad.

"If anyone has anything against this union, let he or she speak up now or forever hold their peace," after the bride's procession and some pleasantries, the priest intones, his eyes lurking at the audience before him.

Vito can feel his demons urging him to come clean, he raises his eyes and finds Jaci staring right at him. 

"Don't," she mouths surreptitiously.

Vito is torn between his body's needs and his conscience for Raffaele. But the body is stronger, so he succumbs and looks around the church instead.

The flowers are decorated as wreaths and hung up in strategic places inside the church. The church's dome and the space it creates gives the priest's voice the echoes he usually associates with church gatherings.

"No one? No one at all?" The priest turns to the bride and groom, smiles at them, and continues, "You may kiss your bride."

Raffaele closes up the space between him and Jaci, places his hand on the back of her head, and kisses her slowly and sensually, letting his hands go under her long veil and grip one soft ass cheek of Jaci's, kneading it roughly and getting rewarded with Jaci's hot moan into his mouth.

The church crowd erupts in good cheer, clapping and cooing. Raffaele deepens the kiss as the crowd's cheer grows louder until the priest steps closer to them and clears his throat. Raffaele and Jaci pull away, both grinning ear to ear and waving their hands to the happy crowd. Vito pastes a plastic smile on his face because he knows that Raffaele will look in his direction. He doesn't need to make Raffaele start to question things or feel anything but happiness on his big day.

But as Vito watches the bride pick her steps daintily down the stairs of the church, blushing and smiling as the flower girls throw petal roses into the air, he only feels low and wonders if he is doing the right thing by keeping mute about his affair with Raffaele's wife.