"I will be having sex with your wife before the night is over," someone said next to my ear as I loaded my camera. The wedding party was assembled in the front of the church, all ready for the group picture, and I had no idea where my wife was. Later, as I took candid shots around the wedding party, I watched for her, then I finally saw them together near the dance floor. The next time I looked up from the camera she was dancing with him, and just like he had said, they looked very friendly, even more than just sociable.
Claire laughed at something he said and my gut tied in knots. I forgot about my job and watched them, holding the camera in front of me, just standing and watching them dance. She put her head on his chest and seemed to relax against him, holding her body as close as possible to his. She looked, indeed, like a woman about to be fucked. Someone asked me about buying pictures of the wedding and I snapped back into the reality of the moment.
I handed him my card and looked back at the dance floor, but they were gone. Her new friend had been tall, with broad shoulders, and slightly greying hair, and wore a sports jacket with leather elbows, a red tie, and cowboy boots
I looked around the large room but didn't see them anywhere. I had to shoot the reception and I was getting paid and paid well for my services, so I could not just ignore what I had to do, but I started to get frantic as I looked for them around the reception hall. It was a large auditorium next to the church, and there were close to three hundred people at the wedding, so it was hard to find anyone in particular. There was a large dance floor, where I had seen them before, but it was so crowded I could not see them anywhere. It seemed as if they might have left.
At the far end of the auditorium there were many doors to rooms for Sunday school and food preparation, so there were many places for them to be, and I could not see them anywhere. It was hard to be sure with so many people that they weren't there, but I could not see them at all.
I worked my way around the facility taking pictures, but I still could not see them. I was just about panicked as I shot pictures of the bride and groom and their family around the reception and was trying to look over the camera at the crowd, when suddenly I heard her behind me.
"David, I will be gone for awhile," she said touching me on the arm. "Randy wants to show me his truck, maybe take me for a ride. You're busy here, right? I'll be right back. How long will the reception last?" she asked. "About ten? I will be back before that," she added.
"Two hours? You'll be gone two hours?" I said aghast.
"Oh, not necessarily. Probably sooner than that," she said innocently.
"Probably?" I said. "What might you be doing for close to two hours? Seeing his truck?"
"Oh, no. We may take a ride. You are busy here, so I don't want to bother you. I will be back in a while. Don't worry," she said calmly. "I'll be fine."
I let the camera hang from the strap. "I am worried what might happen in Randy's truck," I said.
"Don't you trust me?" she asked naively.
"I don't trust the owner of that truck," I said. "Who is this Randy, anyway?" I asked.
"He is a friend of the groom's family," she said. "He lives in Texas and owns a place here in Kingston. He wants to show it to me. I won't be long," she added as she walked toward the door, waving back at me as she walked away. I saw Randy from Texas standing by the door. He took her hand as she got to the entrance and went through the double doors before him. As they walked toward the parking lot he put one big hand on her bottom but she removed it with a swat of her hand.
I had taken pictures for nearly two hours and there was no sign of my wife and Texas Randy. The crowd had thinned out a bit, but there was still no sign of them. I was taking the last of my pictures of the bride and her bridesmaids, when I heard the door open and saw my wife and her new friend come in to the reception hall.
He walked with her across the floor toward me and she stood behind me as I took pictures of the bride posing with her friends from her bridal party. When I finished I turned to her and she kissed me, then introduced me to Randy. Reluctantly, I shook his hand. I wanted to ask her what she had been doing, but I was afraid of the answer, because if anyone looked recently fucked, recently pleasured sexually, it was my wife.
We had never talked about having sex with other people, although I did know she had a wild side that kept me more than a little nervous about her "friendships" with other people. She is a very outgoing and trusting person, affectionate and very demonstrative, and had been sexually active in college. She adore sex, is very responsive in bed, and I expect she is easily aroused sexually by various sensual situations. In other words, I am sure my wife can be had.
Now at the wedding it simply had come to the surface. Just by seeing the look on her face, the flush in her complexion, and her physical body language, I could clearly see she had recently had sex. My wife had gone off with Texas Randy and been fucked and fucked thoroughly. It was obvious. Everything about her said sex, and I thought it was also probably evident to anyone who was perceptive enough to look closely.
On the way home after the reception was over she was very quiet, uncommonly so. There was a self-consciousness about her as we drove towards our place. I wanted to ask her what she had done, but I could see she felt terribly uncomfortable, a bit sheepish about her time with the man from Texas, and it was clear she had done something she felt uneasy about, something that she regretted. I knew she had been unfaithful and the weight of that was getting to her. By the time we got home I could see tears glistening on her cheeks as she sat quietly staring ahead.
