When one of my sisters-in-law got married, most of the bridesmaids, including my wife, were already married, while most of the groomsmen were single and I think a tad younger. For reasons I don't recall the bride and bridesmaid and groom and groomsmen all got dressed in the church basement. Later my wife complained that the women dressed in an open area, just around a corner from the men, and the groomsmen kept walking over to watch them dressing. Unfortunately I never got any details about who saw what. But I have a vivid imagination.
One of the other bridesmaids was my sister-in-law Kay. Perhaps some combination of wine and being watched dressing at got her motor too revved up. During the dinner, everybody kept doing the traditional silverware tapping on glass to make the bride and groom kiss. During one such tapping when the bride and groom were slow to react, Kay, also sitting at the front table, stood up, grabbed the groomsman next to her, and made out with him. The groomsman wasn't her husband. Her husband was sitting next to me with their kids, not looking happy.
I was probably nearly as jealous as he was, because Kay had done some serious physical flirting and flashing with me over the years, but I never got to make out with her. The familiar way she entwined with the groomsman made me believe that there likely had been some prior interplay between the two during the weekend.
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