Kissing The Bride

When I was in my early twenties, I was invited to a wedding. The bride and groom had agreed to a "free" marriage. I was leaving the reception, and the porch was dark. I heard a whispered call of my name, and was pulled into a corner. I realized it was the bride. She immediately started kissing me deeply, and put her hand down the front of my trousers. I was so excited, and she was trying to get me to take her. I reminded her that her husband was in the car, and was waiting to give me a lift home. I couldn't lose that excitement for ages. Lucky it was dark outside!

— Marcus, 66