This story continues from previous ones but can be read separately.
The next time I saw my boyfriend, Sam, was four weeks later. He came with me and my family to my cousin's wedding. My cousin, Michelle, 30, was nine years older than me and we had never really been that close but I was pleased to be attending her reception in a hotel. It was a chance to see people again and get dressed up. I wore my long brunette hair down, a black and silver dress that covered my arms and back although it was short, so showed off my long legs under my black tights and black heels.
We had a room in the same hotel as the reception, so we checked in as soon as we arrived following the church service. I hadn't had sex for four weeks and I thought about having a quickie with Sam that afternoon but I vowed to hold on for what I hoped would be a much longer session later on. I always felt romantic at weddings and this, added to the delay, made me feel even hornier.
As we were seated for the wedding breakfast, I was on a table with Sam, my parents and another family from the groom's side, the parents a similar age to my own and their two sons, one with his partner and another seemingly single. He was probably approaching thirty but I was immediately attracted to him. He fitted his suit much better than my boyfriend fitted his and I couldn't help noticing him looking at me and my legs as we were sat next to each other, my boyfriend, on one side, James, to my other. We relaxed into conversation as a table and I soon found I had more to say to my new acquaintance, James, than I did to my boyfriend. The time passed so quickly and I barely paid any attention to my boyfriend, instead excited by the attraction I felt to James. An hour or so later, fuelled by wine, I held his gaze for a moment too long, hoping my boyfriend hadn't noticed.
"So, you're not married then?" I asked James, glancing at his ring finger.
"Free and single but not so young anymore," he replied.
"One of the bridesmaids might get lucky," I paused before adding, "or, is there anyone else you've got your eye on?"
"We'll see," he said, with a grin.
I couldn't believe how openly I was flirting with another man while my boyfriend was sat just next to me but Sam sat there in silence. I edged myself closer to the table so that my legs could go under the large table cloth and whilst the audience was focused on the groom's speech, I uncrossed my legs, slipped off one of my high heels so that I could lightly stroke my right foot on Jame's leg. It wasn't a particularly significant act, but it felt risky with my boyfriend just the other side of me but angled slightly away from me, hopefully unable to see.
As we moved on to the best man's speech I felt James' hand on my knee, rubbing the material of my tights underneath the table. The thrill of him doing it under the table with my boyfriend to the other side excited me, I let out a squeal to coincide with one of the jokes in the speech. I found this man attractive but I was also attracted to the thrill of doing it as well. The flirting, as well as the drinks, kept flowing, there was wine on the table and rounds of shots came in. I managed to avoid these though, I didn't get on with neat spirits so I passed these on to my boyfriend, Sam.
After the bride and groom had the first dance, the other guests then joined them, I had my arms wrapped around my boyfriend and had a moment where I remembered all of the good things I saw in him. We had been together for a long time now and it was at times such as this that I was truly grateful for everything he had done for me, however, as he held me, I looked over his shoulder to see James. We immediately locked eyes again and despite the guilt I felt, I smiled at the other man.
I didn't know exactly what I had in mind but I knew that I was feeling horny. The combination of being at a wedding and the alcohol helped to contribute to this feeling. I was dancing with Sam but despite all of the drinks he had consumed he was still too inhibited to be a comfortable dancer. I made my way to the ladies, on my own, and could feel James's eyes on me as I left the main room. I hoped that he might follow me.
He didn't.
I felt a bit annoyed as I thought James would follow me and it could have led to some risky excitement. At least I knew I had my boyfriend Sam though and I reentered the main room of the wedding reception to find him.
Sam was sat at the table and on his own towards the back of the room, he had a few empty shot glasses around him.
"Here you are," I said as I placed my arms around his neck and sat on his lap. From here, I could look out at the rest of the room and the dance floor. I spotted James dancing with another girl and my heart sank a bit. I reasoned this must have been why he hadn't followed me. Once again, I managed to make eye contact with James but it was riskier this time because Sam and I were facing the same way. I made an exaggerated wriggle on Sam's lap, hoping it would make James jealous.
"Dance with me Sam," I pleaded, as I stood up, taking my boyfriend by the hand.
"I don't think I can," he replied as he struggled to get to his feet, "I think I've had too much to drink."
"I'll dance with my dad then," I said, not wanting to miss the opportunity, as I left Sam to find him.
Obviously, I couldn't do a sexy dance with my dad to make James (and Sam) realise what he was missing out on but at least I could have some fun. And that's what I did. I wasn't entirely sure how much time had passed before I went back to Sam but he was slumped over the table when I did find him again.
"Right, time to go to the room Sam," I said, licking my lips in anticipation, "I've missed you, you know."
He followed me holding my hand but I wasn't particularly encouraged as he mumbled and stumbled his way out of the room and made it to the lifts to take us back to our room. I leaned into him to kiss him but I soon realised he was so drunk and barely able to speak that my night wasn't going to end in the way I'd hoped.
"Do you want a hand there?" I heard, and turned round as we left the lift and made our way along the corridor to our room to see James offering his help.
"Thanks," I said, although I didn't really need his help, even though Sam was zig zagging his way down to our room, the drunkest I'd ever seen him, I would have managed.
"Can't handle his drink?" James said, balancing Sam by holding him the other side of me, taking his main weight from me, "I thought there might be things he couldn't handle."
"Aren't we lucky Sam, that this old man can't handle his girl and he's helping us instead?" I said this to Sam, although he was oblivious to my innuendo directed at James.
"Oh no," Sam blurted out, as I searched my handbag for the room card, he leant on James and let out a mouthful of sick on him and the floor.
"Oh no, I'm so sorry," I was devastated, as I managed to finally open the door and enter our room. Sam made his way to the bathroom to be sick again as I phoned reception to let them know what happened and they sent a cleaner.
"Oh, it's not been a totally disastrous night then," I said as I went into our room to see that James had removed his top. At least this made him smile.
I went back to see my boyfriend and helped him towards the bed from the bathroom and lent James one of Sam's shirts to wear.
"We'll clean your shirt for you and sort all of this out, I am really so sorry," I said to James as I put Sam into the recovery position on our bed, just in case.
"There's no need, these things happen," James reasoned, "but if you wouldn't mind, so that I'm not parading around this hotel topless, I'll wear this t-shirt back to my room, have a shower and get changed so that I can bring it back to you. Is that okay with you Charlotte?"
"Yes, that's fine, if you're sure but if you let us know your room number, we'll collect it off you tomorrow to make your life easier."
"I'm in 129."
"Wait, I'll write it down," as I sought the hotel note pad and paper.
"You know, if you wanted to do it sooner, say half an hour, then you could come down to my room then if you want?"
