Tim handed James a few tissues, which weren't quite enough to get all of the cum off of James' cock, balls, and pubic hair. James put his boxers back on anyway, a little bit of cum instantly seeping through them, and sat down on the other side of the couch from Tim. Looking at Tim's face made James feel angry, then happy (when he thought of Katy's face), then sad (when he thought of Katy's words), finally ending on just plain jealous. The bedroom door was no more than 8 feet away from them, and James could hear his wife beginning to moan behind it.
"James, I've been listening in since right about the time my girlfriend in there told you that Bobby fucked her in the ass."
"Your girlfriend?"
"That's right, James. She's your wife, but she's my girlfriend. We'll get to that in a while. Listen, I just want to clear up a technicality before we begin here—In no way do your wife and I have a slave/master relationship. I will never force her to do anything she doesn't want to do. Do you understand that?"
"Well, I didn't, but I—"
"—Okay, well now you do. I order her around a little bit because she likes it. It gets her off, you know? See that's what it's all about, for me—what Katy wants."
"Well, me too. But—"
"Oh, I am so glad you said that, James." Katy was moaning much louder now, rhythmically, and swearing a lot. "See, what Katy wants, whether you realize it or not is to have her brains fucked out."
"Okay, I knew that before any of this, and I just want to say—"
"—James. No. You could never be enough for her. Neither could I, for that matter—even though, a couple of months ago, she said my cock was all she ever needed. Of course, it was buried balls-deep in her pussy, at the time—"
"—A couple of months ago?! But we've only been married for si—"
"Yeah James, six months, I know. That's the next thing I wanted to talk to you about. You don't remember me, do you?"
"Huh? Well, I saw you on Monday—"
"No, James, I mean from before. From your wedding."
"OH! SHIT! FUCK! FUCK! SHIT! FUCK! OH! OH! FUCK!" came Katy's voice from the bedroom. James could hear balls hitting ass in time with her shouts.
"Can we move this to the bedroom?" asked James as he started rubbing his fourth erection of the day through his wet boxers.
"In a minute," said Tim, raising his voice to be heard over Katy's continuing expletives. "I was at your wedding, James. Do you remember?"
James couldn't think straight. Katy's impending orgasm from whatever 2 strangers were doing to her was getting all jumbled with some implication Tim was trying to thrust on him. The wedding. Wait.
"The caterer?"
"Yes," said Tim. "Well done. Well?"
"Well what?" said James, distracted as he stroked himself unabashedly in front of Tim.
"OH! FUCK! I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING!" screamed Katy. Two male voices groaned obscenely.
"Well," said Tim, "Katy and I fucked for the first time at your wedding."
"Wait, what?" said James, distracted now by his wife's panting, and something tugging at the back of his brain.
"I said," Tim offered, "I fucked your wife on her wedding day right under your goddamn nose!"
"No....you can't have...." James drifted off in a daze.
"Yes. James, come to the bedroom, I'm gonna prove it to you."
James' face started to flush as he realized what Tim was saying. He stood up with Tim and walked to the bedroom. When they opened the door, James' wife was laying on the bed with cum dripping out of her pussy and forming a spot on the sheets, and some more cum beginning to pool between her tits. 7 and 8 were just standing up from the bed.
"Hey lover," she said when they entered the room, and James knew she was talking to Tim.
"Katy, I have a little surprise for you and James," said Tim as he made his way over to the computer and turned on the external speakers.
"You gonna make him watch the video we made tonight?" asked Katy mischievously.
"No, this one's from a while back. Call it a wedding present."
Katy bolted into an upright position when she realized what he meant.
"Tim, no please—" protested Katy.
"—It's too late, I've already told him. Besides, you want this. Trust me."
Katy looked at her husband's face and had no idea what he was thinking. She saw shame, pain, fear—where was the delight that had been mixed in there 10 minutes ago?
"Tim, you—you were filming?" asked Katy, incredulous.
"Oh, Katy, you have no idea. You got married at my event house! I have cameras all over the place!"
"No!" she squealed, with genuine worry.
"Oh yes," Tim assured her, and typed in a URL address in the web browser. "Here you go, James," he said, offering him a chair from the corner of the room, which James sat in absent-mindedly, his gaze riveted to the screen. The look on his face was one of naked bewilderment. He had an erection, but was not stroking it. Tim started to disrobe and smiled at Katy, who had a look of pure horror on her face. "All fours, facing the computer screen," he commanded her, and she did as she was told.
The title of the video was "Katy fucks the caterer (at her own wedding!)". It was date-stamped 10/12/09, the day before their wedding. It opened on an empty event room with only Tim and Katy standing near a buffet table. There was audio.
"Well, I don't know!" video Katy was saying sheepishly.
"Well, wouldn't you like to?" asked video Tim. They were flirting. In the bedroom, Katy groaned a little as Tim entered her cum-soaked vagina from behind.
"Maybe," said video Katy, with a smile on her face.
"You see," said Tim in the bedroom, as he fucked Katy, "we had been flirting since the first time you left us alone together, weeks before this. But the day before your wedding was when it got interesting." Then he pounded Katy hard a few times, to make her moan louder.
"Ungh. Ah. James. Please oohAH! James, turn off the TAPE!"
James looked at his wife taking it doggy-style from Tim, his eyes getting moist. "Tell me it isn't true," he choked. Katy hung her head down so that her husband wouldn't see her scrunch up her face to stop herself from cumming.
"See?" said Tim to Katy. "I told you you wanted this."
James turned back to the screen, where he was astonished to see his soon-to-be wife simply take off her little black sundress and giggle. "That day," thought Tim aloud. "I wonder if she put that on—"