It was Thursday evening, two weeks after Kitty's wedding, that I received a phone call from Kim. This was unusual. She told me that Laura had arranged a 'welcome home' party for Kitty and Albert the coming Saturday, and I had been invited.
I noticed a little tension in Kim's voice. "Anything wrong?" I asked.
"No, it's fine," she snapped back at me. I knew that her family was home and so she couldn't really talk. I made a mental note to ask her again at the party. I had had to work on the previous two Wednesdays, so I hadn't fucked Kim for over two weeks. Maybe that's her problem, I thought.
So on Saturday afternoon I rolled up to the address given to me by Kim. I was expecting Albert's house to be palatial, with extensive grounds. In fact, I had wondered why the wedding hadn't been held there. I soon had my answer. The house, while impressive, was hardly palatial. And the grounds were fairly small, big enough for a party, but certainly not large enough to accommodate two hundred wedding guests. Perhaps Albert isn't as rich as I had thought, I mused. I wonder if Kitty knows.
I mingled with the guests. I saw Roger smoozing to some of the men. I didn't know what it was that Roger peddled, but he obviously saw this as a golden opportunity to relieve some of these affluent-looking guests of their spare cash.
I went looking for Kim, and I found her talking to Kitty. Kitty kissed me demurely, and quite properly, on the cheek. I subtly steered them away from the other guests so that we could talk.
When we were alone, I said to Kitty, "So, how was the honeymoon?" "Exhausting!" she said. "Albert is a lot friskier than I thought. My pussy feels worn out."
We all laughed. Kim seemed to brighten up a little at that statement. Odd, I thought.
"I have to get back to our guests," said. Kitty. "Kimmie, why don't you show Tim around the house?"
"Good idea!" said Kim enthusiastically.
Kim took my arm, and as we walked towards the house, she said, "So, Tim, how is it that you know Laura?"
I was surprised by her question, but then the penny dropped. Kim was jealous!
"I met her at the wedding," I said.
"And have you fucked her?" she asked, with acid in her voice.
Careful, Tim! "Well, yes," I said quietly.
"When?" she spat out the question.
"We sneaked away during the ceremony, and went for a swim in my pool. She didn't have her suit, so we skinny-dipped, and ... well..."
Kim looked as though she was going to cry. "Now that Kitty is married, I thought that I would have you all to myself," she sniffled.
"Kimmie," I soothed. "Don't be jealous, sweetie. There's plenty of me to go around. I've really missed you these last two weeks."
"Really?" she said, looking a little better.
"Really," I said. "And anyway, you don't think that Kitty is going to let a little thing like being married slow her down, do you now?"
"I guess not," she said.
We walked in silence up to the front entrance of the house. And then suddenly a familiar voice behind us said, "And just where do you two think you're going?"
We spun around and were greeted by Laura, a big smile on her face. She hugged each of us. "Hello again Tim," she said, kissing me on the cheek.
I thought that Kim was going to explode. "Ummm, Kim was going to show me the house," I said. "Good idea," said Laura. "But let me be your guide. There are a few places that Kim might not know about. Besides, if anyone sees the two of you together they'll think that you have been up to no good. But if they see the three of us, they'll think that we were just looking around."
Makes sense, I thought.
"Either that, or they'll think that you are a real stud, Timmy," Laura giggled.