We lay in bed exhausted from making love all afternoon. After a gruelling few days with the wedding, it was nice to finally be alone with my man.
The wedding went by as best it could, seeing as how it all happened in such short notice. I cuddled up to my husband as I pictured his promising vows and his 'I do' over and over again in my head.
"I have something to tell you" he muttered, his fingers grazing my back.
I climbed on top of him, kissing him passionately.
"The night of the bachelor party..." he sighed. "I was tied up and I swear I had no idea... but Monica was with me."
I stared at his worry stained face. We had started our marriage with a lie, and I wasn't talking about this new information. "Did you both kiss?" I wondered.
"...and a bit more" he admitted reluctantly.
"As in
