My wife dragged me to the wedding of a friend from her work. When we got to the church, we sat with some of my wife's other friends from work. I was disappointed to find I was the only guy in the little group. Amy's husband had gone golfing at the last minute, but she had brought her 18-year-old daughter, Jenny along. Amy whispered to us that Jenny had been getting into a lot of trouble lately and she didn't trust her alone at home. Also in the group was Kim, a truly ugly women of 50 or so, and Tammy, an O.K. looking women of 45 who's husband had just divorced her for another women.
After the wedding we drove our cars to the hotel where the reception was being held. The hotel is 12 stories tall, with the reception hall on the third floor, and only one elevator. When we finally got to the hall, we again sat down with her friends and after what seemed like hours of ideal chitchat we finally were served. While we ate, I noticed both Jenny, the 18-year-old, and Tammy, the divorced 45-year-old, looking at me often as we talked. Jenny was sitting next to me, and I felt her leg brush against mine several times. After dinner, Tammy, Jenny and Kim went outside to have a cigarette, and using the excuse that I needed fresh air, I joined them, leaving my wife and Jenny's mom to talk alone.
We took the elevator to the ground floor, went outside, walked, talked and told jokes. Jenny kept walking beside me and several times I "accidentally" brushed my arm against her breast, with no complaints from her and no one else noticing. Soon we went back inside and found the dance in full swing, so we joined my wife and Jenny's mom who were moving around on the dance floor. We formed a small circle, but being the only man, I felt obliged to dance with each of the ladies in the group.
I put my arms around my wife's waste, and we danced closely for a minute or so, then move onto Tammy. To my surprise, Tammy griped me tight and stared into my eyes. I looked around and was relieved to see no one else paying attention to us. She motioned my closer and whispered what my wife never let on how handsome I was. I responded with "thank you", and squeezed her butt when my back was to the group. She moaned and ground her hips into my leg. This made me instantly hard. Tammy noticed and let out a purr.
I decided it was time to move on to Jenny. As we danced, she rubbed against me and smiled. I tried to hide my "problem" from her, but she whispered, "Is that hard on for me?" I nodded, what did she know. I whispered to her that she was so hot, I couldn't believe she didn't have a boyfriend. "I do have a boyfriend," said she, "he's meeting me here in about an hour." (Apparently her mom didn't trust her alone, but did trust her with her boyfriend. Go figure.) "I'm sorry to hear that," I whispered. "Don't be sorry we have an hour," she whispered back. I noticed my wife watching us, so I moved on to the other two, and thank God they didn't act horny too.