True Love (The Society #4)

Chapter 35 – Cake Cutting Disaster

Thursday – April 4, 2024

Ash

Spaceboy announced that it was time to cut the cake.

Daphne was balancing a sleeping RJ in one arm and a sleeping Liam in the other as we made our way past her table. “I’m so sorry I have to cut out early,” she said. “But I gotta take the kids to bed.”

“But, Mommy...” started Sophie.

“No, Sophie. We have to leave. Now.”

“We can stay here and dance,” protested Scarlett. “Aunt Brooklyn can watch us.”

“Absolutely not. None of you can be in here. Where is Jacob?” She looked over. “Jacob!” she yelled frantically. “We’re leaving!” She turned back to me. “Congratulations to both of you.” She didn’t wait for a reply. She just hurried off with all the kids in tow. Bee ran after her carrying Nova and Chloe. “I’ll be back,” she yelled over her shoulder.

I wondered why they were in such a hurry... We could have asked Nigel to take the kids up to bed.

“We’re cutting out early too, sweetie,” my mom said.

“We’re exhausted,” said my father.

“Mr. Cooper,” said Tanner and put out his hand.

“Welcome to the family, son,” my dad said and pulled Tanner into his arms .

Tanner looked very pleased about being called son. And I realized it had been more than 300 years since he’d been someone’s son.

I squeezed his hand tight as we walked over to the biggest cake I’d ever seen. It was even bigger than the one Mr. Frost had popped out of when he’d stolen my promotion.

Tanner dropped my hand and pulled out a great sword from...nowhere.

It definitely hadn’t been there a minute ago. But I didn’t care where it had come from. Because this was awesome. I’d always wanted to slice a cake with a sword!

The handle was big enough for us to both hold as we sliced into the middle of the cake.

“WAIT!” shrieked Chastity at the top of her lungs.

I jumped. And the portion of cake we’d just cut tipped over onto the floor.

“What?” I said. “You almost gave me a heart attack.”

Chastity’s face was as white as a sheet.

Everyone gasped.

What was going on? “Relax,” I said. “It’s just some spilled cake…”

Chastity slowly pointed to the ground where the cake had fallen.

Oh. Oh no. Among the icing and crumbled cake, there was a foot long cock. Beneath it was a growing pool of blood. What the hell?!

Chastity opened her mouth and closed it again. “You…you…you chopped my stripper’s dick off!”

“What was a stripper doing in our wedding cake?! ”

“It’s a wedding tradition!” she yelled back.

“Strippers aren’t a wedding tradition!”

“Yes they are! Single Girl Rule #10: All important life events must involve strippers!”

“I’m not a single girl! I’m married!”

“Marriage is a rite of passage for a single girl. It still counts! What have you done?!”

Me?

Chastity looked at the disembodied penis and screamed again. “Someone get some ice! She ran over and cradled the big floppy dick. And then she grabbed one of the decorations on the cake, which was apparently a handle, and opened the top of the cake.

I felt like I was going to be sick.

But instead of a mangled stripper popping out, a jester hat on spring shot out.

“AHHHHH” Chastity screamed and slipped backward on the pool of blood.

I caught her before she fell into it.

Tanner and Rob started laughing so hard.

“Best. Prank. Ever,” said Rob between his fit of laughter. “She really thought you guys cut her stripper’s dick off!”

“Yeah she did!” Tanner raised his hand.

Rob high fived him.

Chastity hit both of them. “Don’t joke about destroying something so precious! It’s sacrilegious.”

Rob just laughed even harder. “I can’t believe Daphne had to miss it. But she said the kids would be scarred or whatever.”

Oh. So that’s why Daphne ran out with all the children. I laughed. That had probably been a good call .

A server wheeled out another cake.

A stripper popped out of it. But he was oddly short for a stripper. A short king if you will. He seemed like a very strange choice....

Oh my. The stripper tore his tuxedo pants off and started swinging his dick around. It was almost as big as Tanner’s. And he did have excellent helicopter technique. I totally got it now.

The short king stripper danced up on Chastity and she was totally loving it. Then he dipped his cock in the cake and danced over to Brooklyn.

Matt calmly picked him up, walked across the dance floor, and dropped him into a trashcan. Then he dragged the trashcan out of the ballroom.

Chastity frowned. “Well, that was short lived.”

I laughed. Short lived. Because he was short king.

The servers wheeled out a third cake for us. And third time was a charm. There were no strippers harmed in this final cake cutting.

Before Tanner had a chance, I grabbed a handful of cake and smooshed it in his face.

He blinked at me, totally surprised.

Oops. Did old men not know about cake smooshing at their weddings?

He wiped it out of his eyes. And then he grabbed a piece. I thought he was going to retaliate, but instead he just fed me sweetly.

I still touched my cheeks though. Did I somehow still have food on my face? It kind of felt like I did. Food on my face was one of my greatest fears. I kept patting my face. I didn’t want to ruin my beautiful makeup .

“Don’t worry,” whispered Tanner. “You don’t have anything on your face. I want to keep your makeup in perfect condition. So I can absolutely destroy it later.”

I laughed. “Yes please.”

He fed me another piece.

It was delicious. The only thing better than this wedding cake was chocolate chip cookies. His chocolate chip cookies. His cum. I was talking about his chocolate chip cookie cum.

I excused myself to the restroom to clean up, even though Tanner promised I had nothing on my face. When I walked into the restroom, Kristen was on her knees licking cake off the stripper’s cock.

Oh my God, poor Ocelot.

She was really going to town on the stripper.

Wait. I remembered Ocelot’s reaction to Kristen banging Ato on the Ferris wheel. It was all good.

“Oh, uh…sorry,” I said. “Didn’t mean to interrupt. I’m just gonna scoot by you real quick…” I tried to get past the stripper’s naked ass to get to one of the sinks.

“You’re not interrupting,” said Kristen. “This is your party. You want a taste?” She pointed to the cock in her hand.

“No thanks.”

“Good call. You don’t want to wear yourself out before you get your wedding present. I’m sure Tanner got you at least a trio of huge cocks.”

Did he? That seemed very unlikely. A new private island seemed much more likely.

I dabbed a napkin against my cheek. There really wasn’t any cake there. Strange how it always felt like I had food everywhere. My skin sensations must have been off. I started to walk out.

“Wait!” said Kristen. “I have something for you.” She dropped the penis and fished something out of her purse on the vanity. She handed me a pink envelope.

I stared down at the black wax seal on the back of it. There were three letters pressed into the wax: n3A. The font was super weird though. It almost looked like Russian letters.

Weird. “Thanks?” I knew it came out as more of a question. But I had no idea what the hell this was.

“No problem.” Kristen bent over and pulled her skirt up. The stripper started fucking her from behind as she braced her hand against the mirror

Okay then. I started to walk out again.

“Hold on,” said Kristen. “Can you take a pic real quick for my husband?”

“Husband? You and Ocelot tied the knot?”

“Yup! Just last month. Check out the diamonds on this wedding band. I really found a keeper, right?” She flashed her ring at me.

“Yup.” This is the weirdest conversation ever. I quickly snapped a picture for her.

“Did you get my rings in it?” She laughed. “Never mind. Of course you did. I’d be shocked if an experienced hotwife like you didn’t get the rings in the pic.”

Huh? I looked down at the pic. I probably did need to take another... Nope. The picture was perfectly focused on Kristen’s rings. The sparkle from her diamonds had even caused a little lens-flare.

Gah! I hated that I was such an experienced hotwife. But my whore days were behind me .

I smiled, pulled up my poofy skirt in my hands, and escaped the restroom.

On the way back to Tanner, I tossed the envelope on our pile of presents. There were So. Many. Presents. Including what was definitely a new car.

Crazy millionaires…

“Ladies and gentlemen, it’s time for the garter toss!” announced Spaceboy.

Tanner met me out in the middle of the dance floor with a chair.

I grabbed his hand and sat down.

But he immediately dropped my hand. He shimmied to the music and pulled off his bowtie. He looped it around the back of my neck as he did a little strip dance for me.

Oh. My. God.

He ripped open his dress shirt and the buttons went everywhere.

I stared at his perfect eight-pack. Yum.

And then he dropped to his knees and his head disappeared beneath my skirt.

His tongue slowly traced its way from my ankle, up my shin, and along the inside of my knee.

Fuck. What was he trying to do to me?

He pulled my garter off with his teeth. He winked at me when his head came out of my poofy skirt.

“Now can all the single guys come to the edge of the dance floor?” said Spaceboy.

Tanner leaned forward and whispered in my ear. “I can’t wait for later.”

Yeah, me neither. Every moment with him was magical.