Chapter 7

The families returned to the party and were questioned about where they were. Cathy noticed Ben was at the bar, then went to talk with various guests. Wendy, Tina, and Lisa talked to Dan about the experience of seeing Laura and Maryanne, which renewed their love for him. Wendy made it known to Dan that her hormones were acting up again, and she needed another good fucking.

“Why don’t you take the extra room key card and take Tony Powers to bed for a fuck? I noticed he’s been around you several times.”

“We’ve danced a few songs, and he seems rather friendly towards me.”

“No wonder; you’re beautifully pregnant and horny. I would gladly satisfy you, but keep being asked for dances. I know you’re cutting back on the men you’re with, and I appreciate it.”

“Thank you, honey. I love you.” Dan watched as Wendy took Tony’s hand, showed him her room key, spoke to his ear, and led him out of the room.

Brad and Abby were having the time of their lives. Shirley Compton said it was time to hand out their small souvenir gift boxes, consisting of pound cake and a card dedicating their special day. He carried the silver tray with many tiny boxes on it. Abby was very gracious, thanking each one for attending.

She leaned forward to hand out the little gifts, which caused the front of her wedding dress to give a clear view of her bare breasts, nipples included. She knew what was happening and found it innocently arousing. Many of the men commented on her necklaces for a longer look at her tits. During their walk around, Abby and Brad were given several more envelopes.

“I see that Wendy needed another fix, and so do I,” Cathy said, leading Dan to the dance floor. “I need you to fuck me, Daddy.”

“You make it hard to resist you when you say it like a naughty little girl.”

“Just like Jenny is a naughty little girl with you. You aren’t supposed to resist me. I love making your cock hard!” She teased, groping hm. A slow song began, and she used their closeness to guide his hand inside the low opening of her gown onto her bare breast. She sighed with contentment at being in her lover’s arms.

Ben caught sight of Dan and Cathy dancing, his hand inside her dress, and made his way back to their table. He noticed young Jenny was talking with the Campbells, who went silent on his return.

“Don’t let me stop you,” he sneered, peeking at a portion of Jenny’s young breasts available for viewing. He wondered how he could sneak Jenny away for a quick fuck or a blow job.

“Is everything okay, Cathy?” Barbra Campbell questioned on her return.

“Perfect! Everything is great,” she smiled, thinking of seeing her mom and taking a sip of her drink.

Cathy sat beside Ben. “I saw your dad feeling your tit as you danced.” He slid his hand inside the low opening of her dress, the Campbells and Jenny, seeing him fondling her right tit. She abruptly took his hand away. “What’s wrong? You’ll let your dad feel your tits, but not your husband? Did you take him up to a room for a quick fuck?” He asked, not caring about his tone.

Bran and Barbra clutched hands, afraid that if they stood to leave, it might cause more of a scene. Jenny tightly held Cathy’s other hand.

“Want to smell and lick my pussy to find out if Daddy and I fucked?” She replied, facing him, spreading her legs, and showing him her white panties. “You’re drunk!”

“Yes, I am, and p ... proud of it,” he burped. “I just blew one point six on the breathalyzer, and I’m shooting for over two the next time.” He downed the three-quarters of the double left in his glass and picked up another full one.

He placed his hand between the high split of her gown on her bare inner leg. She swept it away. “Don’t touch me!”

“Take off your panties.”

“No!”

“Take off your fucking panties!” He demanded through gritted teeth. He reached under her dress and tried to rip her panties off. She relented, and glancing at the others, she shifted her ass from side to side and slid them off her slender legs. “Ahh, you wore a thong. I bet you wore it to show your dad your lovely ass, but not me!”

“You’re a fucking pig!”

“I know. Put your thong on the table; let the others see it.” She did, reluctantly, glancing with embarrassment at the Campbells. They were growing uncomfortable with their conversation. “You got a problem?” He asked, looking at them. Barbra could sense Brian about to push his chair back and gripped his knee tightly to stay. “Want to sniff my wife’s cunt juices?” He asked, picking up her thong and offering it to them. Jenny would secretly do so under different circumstances.