The next day I thought about the night before. I imagined being between Don and James. Just thinking about it made my pussy wet. I wondered about why Bob reacted the way he did. I thought he'd be mad, but he was very understanding. I was glad I was marrying a man who was so understanding.

Bob arrived that week. He was staying at the hotel we were holding the service and reception at. I didn't have much time to see him. He asked everyday about James and Don. I'd often show him their texts. He really liked reading them. He would ask lots of questions.

I had a free...