"Come on Pom, Tom's my best friend." My husband Jace pleaded. "Be nice to him. Please."
It was an unusual situation from what I understand. Usually married men are not asked to be the best man at a wedding, but Jace was the de facto leader of his friend group, and when Hank asked him to be his best man, he really couldn't decline.
That by itself was not so unusual, but Jace would be paired up with the maid of honor for the reception, so he asked me to be his friend Tom's "date" for everything.
Tom is single, and flew back into town just for the wedding, so he didn't have a date lined up. Jace thought it was the perfect solution to both Tom and me not having anyone to go with.
I had agreed, as we are young but not childish enough to be jealous over each of us going with someone else out of necessity, but I told him I would just listen to the band. Jace only wanted me to loosen up and have fun. It's not that I'm a prude or anything, it's just I told him I was going to be good.
I'm from Thailand and had only been in the US for 2 years. I barely knew anyone outside Jace's immediately friend group. I'd never even met Tom before. He had been deployed overseas when Jace and I got married, so Jace knew I would probably be quiet and keep to myself.
"I'm just saying have some drinks, do some dancing and have some fun." Jace tried to reinforce his wish for me to have a nice night.
"OK, I will try." I promised.
I took my bath then started to get dressed. I had selected a blue dress to wear.
"Is that what you are wearing?" Jace asked me. "It literally covers you from your neck to your ankles. Look, Tom's a big flirt, yes. But he's harmless. Why don't you wear the green dress I like?"
The green dress he likes is a silk draped collar backless cami dress. It's sexy. I can't even wear a bra with it. I normally don't have a problem dressing sexy for Jace, but I wasn't going to be with Jace most of the time.
Still, I know what he was thinking. He likes showing off his "prize", even if he was going to be busy with wedding stuff. He knew everyone would be aware I am his wife. Hard to be mad about that. Jace makes me feel beautiful.
So I put the blue dress back and got out the green dress. I put on pasties to hide my nipples and pantyhose to try and class it up a little. Jace was pleased, so I guess that's all that matters.
Jace had to go with the wedding party early, so I took an uber to the venue later. When I got out of the car, a man approached me and asked if I am Pom. I guess being the one Thai woman in an otherwise mostly white crowd stands out, so he assumed it was me.
He introduced himself as Tom. Physically he was very similar to Jace. Tall and fit. Jace had been the quarterback in high school and Tom had been the receiver. It was remarkable how similar they looked. Yeah, he is a very handsome and charming guy.
Anyway, Tom escorted me in and we took our assigned seats. We chatted until the ceremony started. Tom had joined the Army out of high school as Jace went to college. He was now studying international finance using his army funds to pay for his college.
He is a pretty smart guy on top of everything else. He also had a way of disarming people. It was easy to relax around him and I did get more comfortable.
The ceremony went well. Jace was paired up with the maid of honor, Amanda. In a word, Amanda is all boobs. I mean huge compared to her thin waist. I chuckled to myself watching the guys, including Jace getting an eyeful every chance they could.
A limo took us to the reception. The wedding party was in one, so Tom and I rode in another with 2 other couples. It wasn't that awkward being Tom's "date". He was just as Jace described him. Charming, flirtatious but fun. It's not like I'd never dated anyone else before I met Jace, but I am no longer a single woman. Still, I could have a nice time without it getting inappropriate.
The reception had all the traditional events of an American wedding. Cutting the cake, first dance, etc. The entire wedding party danced and I watched Amanda pressing her boobs into Jace as they went. The smile on his face was saying he enjoyed it.
Then the champagne came out and the party started. I'd never tried champagne, but Tom appeared very quickly with a glass. I liked it a lot. A little sweet and very bubbly.
After that, Tom asked me to dance. Being 5 feet 2 inches tall and dancing with a guy 6 feet 4 inches has it's challenges. Mostly, as I already knew from dancing with Jace, was the fact whether he knew it or not, Tom was rubbing his hard-on into my stomach as we danced.
It didn't help that he kept brushing his hands over my ass. I tried to be a good sport about it, and looked around for Jace, but his eyes were locked on to Amanda's tits, and not seeing anything anyone else was doing.
When we got back to the table, I tried to embarrass Tom a little by asking loudly enough for everyone at our table to hear, "Did you get a good feel of my butt Tom?"
"Actually no, I didn't." he replied.
Then he wrapped his arms around my waist and squeezed my ass with both hands.
Instead of embarrassing him, he played it off as a joke and everyone laughed with him. I sat down and drank another glass of champagne, trying to "lighten up" like Jace had told me to. It's not the first time I've had my ass grabbed.
That was pretty much the rest of the reception. Drinking and dancing while trying to get Tom and the other guys to behave. They definitely noticed Tom taking liberties with me and were practically lining up to get a turn.
