The bride and groom sat beside each other at the top table, flanked on either side by the usual wedding entourage of bridesmaids, best man and close family members. Under the table the groom's hand rested gently on his new wife's thigh. It would be a couple of hours until they were alone on the dance floor for the first dance and his wife would tell him in a whisper that the lacy white panties she put on that morning and that should be moulded to her pussy at this time were in fact in the pocket of his best man. Until then his fingers stroked her thigh feeling the tops of her stockings, just inches from her naked pussy. Her husband's touch was causing her to become more wet than she already was and she hoped that a wet spot wasn't noticeable on her dress.
But this story isn't about them, nor is it about the groom's mother, who had just returned from a trip to the toilet during which her cunt had been pumped full of the largest load of cum she had ever received. She too was concerned about wet spots as she felt sure the delicate silk knickers she had on couldn't hold back the hot seed in her.
No, our story involves three of the guests currently sat on a table of eight in the far corner of the room. Janet married Richard almost seven years ago and the bride at this wedding was an old school friend of hers who she didn't see much of these days. Hank, who was single and attending the wedding alone, knew the groom through work. Despite sharing a similar group of friends, he had met Janet and Richard only once before at another wedding. All three of them were of a similar age and at that time in life when it seems that every month another of your friends marries. Whilst recollections of these weddings tend to merge into one mono-typical party with strangers, uncomfortably dressed in morning suits, getting inebriated at someone else's expense, Hank clearly remembered the last time he had met Janet and Richard.
On this occasion they had also been seated at the same table. Hank had been instantly attracted to Janet as, in an elegant, understated way, she was easily the most beautiful of the four women at that table; he had always had a predilection for blondes. Hank quickly learnt that she was married to Richard, the rather loud bore also sat at their table. Over the course of the evening Hank discovered to his delight that Janet was interesting and intelligent as well as beautiful. They spent a long time discussing life and, as the evening progressed, their conversation became more intimate and flirtatious. Meanwhile, Richard, the bore, drank and with it became louder. Janet seemed unaware of this, however, the flirtatious conversation with Hank had obviously not completely passed Richard by and his obnoxious loudness became outright rudeness directed at Hank.
"Okay, I think it is time I went to bed." Janet said to her husband, "Honey, do you remember where our room is? Do you think you could show me, I always get lost in hotels, the corridors all look the same?"
With that they both got up, Richard stumbling slightly, and turned to leave. Janet looked back at Hank and shrugging, mouthed the word "Sorry," before walking out of the room. The next morning, despite taking longer than usual to eat his eggs and bacon, Hank didn't see either Janet or Richard at breakfast or before he left to return home.
Hank didn't see either of them again until a few months later at this wedding reception. The wedding was like all the others, the only real difference being the location of the reception, a county hotel with sprawling lawns, flowerbeds and even its own maze. He approached the table where they had all been seated. As he sat down, Janet's eyes met his and she seemed to perk up with interest and smiled at him. As Hank greeted the other diners at the table, Richard either didn't notice him, being absorbed as he was in proclaiming his views to the gentleman sat next to him or, as Hank suspected, chose to ignore him.
During the meal Janet and Hank made polite conversation with themselves and the others sat at their table. However, when the dancing started and people circulated to talk with friends on other tables, Janet moved to the seat next to Hank. Their conversation became deeper, flirtatious and more intimate. Janet, laughing at some comment Hank had made, brought her hand gently to rest on Hank's thigh; an innocent gesture, had it not been that it remained their several seconds longer than could be deemed appropriate and that at the same time they both looked, silently, deep into each other's eyes.
Meanwhile, Richard was doing what he did best. His opinionated views and love of his own voice had, some time ago, emptied the table of all but the poor straggler he was now preaching to. His loud voice was now being noticed by those sat an neighbouring tables. Richard lifted his glass to his mouth and his victim used the opportunity to make another escape attempt, mumbling something about getting a refill he all but ran from the table leaving a near full glass of wine. Snubbed, Richard turned his attention to Janet and Hank. Janet was expounding on the delights of an art exhibition she had recently visited.
"Stop boring him by going on about that bloody art exhibition, will you." Richard snapped at his wife.
Embarrassed for Janet, Hank retorted "It is quite all right, I was actually enjoying listening to what Janet was saying."
"Oh, were you." replied Richard accusingly.
The atmosphere at the table had changed considerably and Janet apologised to Hank and explained she was tired and it was probably time she went to bed. Turning to Richard she again used the ploy of being unable to find her way to the room to persuade him to leave.
Hank was woken the following morning by the sunlight streaming into his room. As be drew back the curtains he felt the first heat of the day hitting his body, it was going to be a beautiful summer's day. He looked out at the hotel's grounds and maze laid out beneath his window. Absent mindedly, he traced a path through the cool dark gulleys between the maze's hedges before turning to shower and dress for breakfast.
The dining room was fairly empty and hushed by the delicate movements of those guests present who were feeling slightly worse for wear. Hank helped himself to a selection of the food on offer and sat at a table by himself. He hoped that Janet might come down for breakfast but suspected that he had seen her for the last time. He opened the paper he had picked up on his way through the lounge area and settled down to eat a leisurely breakfast.
Engrossed in an article, Hank didn't notice Janet approach with a reluctant Richard in tow.
"Good morning."
"Ah. Good morning." Hank said, rising from his chair and folding the paper shut. "Please sit down."
"Thank you." Janet said, as she and Richard sat down at the table.
"Did you make it back to your room without getting too lost?" Hank enquired, directing the question to Janet.
She smiled and with a chuckle replied, "Yes, eventually, thank you."
"Well it's probably best you stay clear of the maze they have in the garden here. It's surprising how easy it is to get confused, even in a small maze."
Before Janet could answer, Richard turned on Hank, "Anyone with a modicum of intelligence knows that solving a maze is a simple process. If anything, the smaller they are the quicker they are to complete."
Jokingly, Hank replied, "Well we might have to put your theory to the test."
