As I pressed my white dress shirt, I started hearing the phone ring. It almost was a constant with my wife's career that every time we plan for a big event that her job would call and she would have to fly to the rescue in an effort to fix whatever "problem" they would have. This day was no exception as I saw her walk into the room and grab a pair of sweat pants as she started mumbling about a "computer glitch" or something. As she headed towards the door, she was thoughtful enough to remind me that I still had to pick up her friend.
Suzanne was a friend of my wife's as well as a friend of the groom and it was actually my wife's idea that we car pooled to our friend's wedding. Suzanne was a widow having lost her husband to prostate cancer. Even though she was an absolute babe in my eyes, she had remained unattached the last three years since she lost her husband. I couldn't understand why since she was a leggy blonde with deep crystal blue eyes. She always wore loose clothing, but I knew after seeing her at the beach a few times that her loose clothing hid a fabulously perky set of tits as well as a nice ass that was so squeezable. I couldn't tell how many times my masturbation fodder included her in some form or fashion.
As I slid into the car, I decided that I may as well put the top down so I could feel the summer breeze. As it blew past me, I started remembering a time when I was newly married before Ms. Workaholic took control of my wife. Before she started climbing the corporate ladder, my wife was a member of the three times a day club. The three times as of late had become spaced out to become more like three times a season if I was lucky. It wasn't that my wife was unattractive because she was still a very beautiful woman. Still the quest for the corporate gold had left my wife less than desiring of companionship. A man of my age takes it as a part of life no matter what temptation may cross our minds.
As I pulled into Suzanne's driveway, the sounds of REO Speedwagon began to play on the radio. As I heard the lyrics to "I Can't Fight This Feeling Anymore", Suzanne began to walk down her stairs towards the car. Her dress was Sky Blue, strapless as if she took a ream of fabric and just wrapped it around her figure. Her blond hair was in a French Twist and she wore a pearl necklace that seemed taut enough to stay around her neck without choking her. She wore flesh colored lip stick and a slight rosy hue of blush on her cheeks. If I didn't gain an instant erection at that point, I swore I would have been homosexual.
She slid into her seat and looked over at me with approval before she asked the obvious question. As we headed towards the wedding venue, we started talking about my wife's work habits. The wedding ceremony was going to be held at a cabana near a small picnic shelter where the reception was to be held. As we neared the parking area, Suzanne made a sly remark at the amount of woods around the shelter. This sounded a little kinky for Suzanne before I turned towards her and saw the sly smile on her face. We both began laughing at the thought as we parked and found our seats.
The ceremony itself took around ten minutes before all fifty guests headed towards the picnic shelter for the reception. The groom was considerate enough to have not only sodas there, but also a few containers of alcoholic beverages. It wasn't long until the groom and bride finished their pictures and headed over to visit with everyone. The groom walked over and noticed that my date was Suzanne instead of my wife. He talked with me for a few moments before the new bride came over and led him away from me.
Suzanne soon found me with a cup of Sangria in her hand. As she held the cup up to her lips, I watched in surprise as she simply shot the whole cup down before she asked me to refill it for her. I walked over to the area where the drinks were and refilled before I found her again and offered her back her cup. This time, she took a sip before she began telling me how beautiful the bride was and how handsome the groom was.
"I swear if he didn't marry her, I would have sacked him," she said before taking another drink. I was caught by surprise by her remark before she turned towards me.
"Wanna go for a walk in the woods?" she asked me before she finished off her drink again. I looked at her stunned before I answered.
"Are you sure you can walk in those heels of yours?" I replied hoping my sarcasm would defuse the situation. It didn't help as she leaned near me and began to whisper.
