I cut my eyes tothe right so I can see them all. I feel so happy. We did it. I'm hiswife now. When he finally breaks from our kiss, we slowly turn to ...aceour guests. I look past the long rows of all of the people who came tosee us take this step. There, on both sides of the doors. Those mirrorson the far side of the church are so large. They're reflectingeverything. I see myself and my husband's distant images looking backat us.My husband, I thought looking at our reflections. I have a husband.. Stella turned her head to the side and I put my head down to face her. We kissed long, wet kisses, as our tongues delved deep into each other’s mouths. The passion of fucking was over but the lust for pleasure was not.We kissed for a while then stopped. “You know, it’s your wedding day now,” she said, and I feared the loss of lust was being replaced with guilt or remorse. But I was wrong. Stella just smiled. “It’s your wedding day and I’m the first woman you got to fuck today. Not your wife. Or. This date did indeed appear to be headed for a night to remember. Dinner was good, but uneventful. Well, I can’t quite say that. Dawn and I were seated in a dimly lighted corner of the restaurant, and we had a difficult time keeping our hands off each other. In fact, we failed miserably. While I ate, I rubbed her thighs under the table. I soon had, with a little assistance from Dawn, gotten her dress to ride higher and higher up her legs. Now and then, between sips of wine, I would give her. I looked up at her face. She was smirking at me again. She pulled her shoulders back and pushed her chest out. "Jealous Molls?"I turned away and stomped from the room. "I've got her." I heard Desiree's voice behind me.I started walking faster, pushing through the crowd to the refrigerator. I extracted another wine cooler and held it in my left hand while chugging the remainder of the one still in my right. I wiped a tear from my left eye and called Sara a bitch under my breath. Cleopatra asked.