My stepdaughter had left home long before I met, and married, her mother. She is really a stranger to me, I think I have met her at a couple of Thanksgivings that’s all. Her mother, my wife, calls her a slut, which is a laugh when you think what she gets up to these days with my friends. Her daughter lives over the other side of the country.
It was a surprise to my wife and myself when we got an invitation to her wedding. At first my wife didn’t want to go; she didn’t want to travel all that way to see her daughter, whom she didn’t particularly like, getting married to some poor sucker she had probably conned. She suspected that Chrissy was probably pregnant and that was why she was getting hitched and expecting us to pay for the wedding.
It turned out, however, that it was going to be held in a swanky hotel and the groom’s parents were going to pay for the wedding, he comes from a moneyed family! Not only that but they were going to pay for us to fly there and spend a couple of nights in the hotel. I finally persuaded my wife that we should go. She agreed, reluctantly, but when we got there, and she saw the hotel, her mood changed and she began to look forward to the event.
We met Bob, the bridegroom, and he seemed a reasonable sort of chap, and Chrissy genuinely appeared to like him. I must say that not having seen Chrissy for a few years I was stunned to see that she was now quite a chick.
The wedding? Well what can you say about a wedding? It went without a hitch, very well organized. I managed to keep control of my wife, as far as her drinking went, although I could see her eyeing up some of the guests. I had decided to keep her for myself, sexually, for this couple of days; I didn’t know any of the other guests so I wasn’t going to arrange any parties!
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