Everyone gets horny at a wedding, right? Something about that public celebration of intimacy, and all those folks dressed up, looking their best. And the champagne, of course. Or, in my wife Chrissie's case, Prosecco. And a little rum.
It had been one of those fun weddings, with a flash mob gathering around the happy couple straight after the vows, to dance and sing along to the bride's favourite song. Everyone smiled and held hands and swayed together, singing and laughing. This ended with lots of hugging. It started with people hugging the bride and groom. This quickly spread through the joyful crowd. As the couple next to me pulled me in for a group hug, I saw Chrissie being held and kissed by her best friend Zoe and then by Zoe's husband, Cameron. Not for the first time, I noticed that Chrissie and Cam themselves made a handsome couple, and that they looked very easy being close to one another. I felt slightly aroused as I watched Zoe stroke my wife's blonde hair, as her husband held my wife close to him.
After the journey to the plush hotel, we all found our places at the magnificently presented tables in the ball room. The room hummed with excited chatter as people introduced themselves to one another, or caught up with old friends and acquaintances. We shared a table with Zoe, Cameron, and two other couples who I had never met before. These turned out to be old school friends of Chrissie and Zoe. The Prosecco flowed plentifully.
After the meal and the speeches, some of the guests left to change for the evening. Everybody at our table remained, chatting and drinking and exchanging anecdotes from their shared teenage years. I noticed that all four of the women were looking exceptionally eye-catching and desirable in their party best. We men gradually started to remove our jackets and loosen our ties. Cameron was in formal Scottish dress, looking quite the part in his kilt, sporran, waistcoat, white shirt, and bow-tie. I noticed Chrissie glance from time to time at his bronzed, sportsman's legs, which were set off nicely by his formal white socks, with a Sgian Dubh knife tucked into one of the socks. She and Cameron exchanged smiles and laughs a number of times. Zoe is a tactile woman, none the less so after some drinks, and she frequently held both her husband's and my wife's face in her hands as she spoke directly to them. Zoe often planted a kiss on her husband's lips, and on my wife's lips. I got the impression that Zoe was being a sensual conduit between her husband and my wife, or that she was giving her blessing to them in some way. I found the public displays of love between these three people arousing.
Chrissie's eyes were sparkling, and she looked beautiful as she laughed and listened and gossiped with her friends. There was a warm closeness in our group as stronger spirits replaced the bubbly. We lost sight of the rest of the room, and were immersed in our party of eight.
Eventually Zoe announced that she was going back to their room to freshen up before the evening's party began. Chrissie and I left too. Rather than leaving Cameron alone with the two new couples, I invited him up to our room for a beer while we waited for the ladies to get ready.
Cameron sat in an armchair with a cold bottle in his hand, and I sat opposite him on the wooden stool by the dressing table. We exchanged 'daft things I've done or seen at weddings' stories while Chrissie showered.
Chrissie came into the room a few minutes later, wrapped in a white bath towel. She looked to me, and then to Cameron, and then to me again.
"Well, you two," she said, "if you are interested, I have permission from Zoe to share Cameron for an hour or so, while she has a doze. So that would be the three of us. In this room." She looked to the emperor size bed. "Here and now... If you are both up for it, of course." Chrissie looked to me and waited for my response. I did not need to think about this for more than a couple of seconds, having seen the natural chemistry between her and Cameron, and knowing that this new dynamic in our sex life could be very exciting for all of us.
"Well I'm certainly up for it." I smiled.
Cameron had initially looked a little awkward in the situation. But once I had given my consent, he relaxed and smiled and turned his eyes towards the towel in which my gorgeous wife was currently wrapped. Then he looked to me and to Chrissie, and raised his drink.
"All friends together." he announced in his melodic Scots accent, and took a final swig before placing the bottle down on a table.
Chrissie looked to me but walked across the room towards Cameron. I smiled and nodded. "Have some fun, honey." I said. "Present from Zoe and from me."
She smiled back and mouthed "Thank you." She turned to look at Cameron.
Cameron sat forward on the armchair and reached out towards Chrissie. He placed one hand on each of her hips, looked up into her eyes, and held her there. This image looked timeless to me, a traditionally dressed Scotsman holding a robed female towards him. A gaze of desire between the two that crossed centuries. An anticipation of intimacy.