Group Sex Robin's Wedding

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To Wed or Not To Wed

October 10

* * * Robin Nelson * * *​

I woke groggily. My head hurt and there was a bright light shining through my closed eyelids. Before trying to open my eyes, I listened.

The sound of John snoring regularly beside me nearly drowned out the television playing a morning news show in the living room.

So, everyone was home, I surmised, as I finally tried to open my eyes. The light in my eyes was the sun shining through the sheer drapes. I glanced at the clock, and it read 10:30 AM.

Sitting up in the bed I grabbed my phone and glanced at John. He seemed content, deep in slumber. I remembered that he had not been home when I had crawled into bed.

My phone had a message from Heather. I pulled it up and it read *I told him.* I had asked her to tell John how I had broken our rule of "no solo adventures." I had wanted to know how he had reacted, but Heather had given me no details. What the fuck?

I examined John again. He was in a deep sleep, snoring away. I had expected him to wake me up as soon as he got home and confront me about my transgressions. If not that, then sleep on the couch or even not come home at all. I had expected him to do anything other than come to bed beside me, lay down, and fall asleep.

What the fuck had happened when Heather told him?

I sighed. I'd find out when he got up, I was sure.

I pulled on my green silk robe, brushed my hair, and slipped out of the bedroom. I went into the bathroom and brushed my teeth. I had showered the previous night, so I didn't need to do more than that.

So, I re-entered my bedroom, sat at my makeup table, and put on a little makeup.

Leaving the bedroom again, John still snoring, I went to the kitchen, poured myself a big glass of orange juice, and put a pair of tarts in the toaster.

"Good morning, dear," Mrs. Parker told me from behind.

She didn't startle me because I had expected her. "Good morning, Mom."

"Did you have fun last night?"

I turned to look at her. She was dressed in her day dress. I nodded and winced at the pain that caused. "Yeah. But I have a hang- headache now." I had almost admitted to having a hangover, but I had quickly changed it to try to avoid a lecture.

She looked at me carefully and, after the tarts popped up, she said, "I hear drinking lots of fluid is good for that. So, be sure to drink that big glass of orange juice."

I smiled at her. She wasn't stupid; naïve, but not stupid. Then I thought back on how the Parker's had added on to their house when their kids had hit puberty. They had John on one side of the house and Jenny on the other. No, not completely naive either. How were they to know that John and Jenny would turn their shared closet wall into their very own gloryhole?

"So, how was the party?" she asked sweetly.

I took a long gulp of orange juice, fished the hot tarts from the toaster onto a plate, and walked with her to the living room saying, "Oh it was fun. We had dinner, sang karaoke, and then went out dancing." Well, there was always some dancing at sex clubs, so it was mostly true.

"That sounds nice. I think I heard you come in at two?"

I nodded, the headache a bit less than it had been, "That sounds about right. Do you know what time John came home?"

"Three," Mr. Parker volunteered.

Mrs. Parker nodded and said to me very seriously, "I think a girl brought him home. It sounded like one of your friends, but I can't be sure."

After I swallowed a bite of the tart, I asked, "Did it sound like that blonde girl you met day-before-yesterday?"

"May-be," she said, unsure.

"Heather," Mr. Parker volunteered.

"Yes, yes, I think it was her. Must have been. She was coaxing him in, put him to bed, and left," she concluded firmly with a nod.

"That's good," I reassured her. "I asked Heather to talk to him and make sure he was okay."

She sighed a relief and then tried not to let it show how worried she had been by saying, "That was very thoughtful of you, dear."

I sat in John's silver corvette for a moment after pulling up in front of Robin's Nest, which is what I had decided to rename the club, though it wasn't official yet, and parked. I was gathering my thoughts and steeling myself for what I was about to do.

When John had gotten out of bed he had showered and gotten roped into conversations with his parents. He had been all smiles and kissed me good morning like nothing had changed. We didn't get a moment to ourselves because it had been nearly noon and his parents wanted to take us to lunch. I had told them to go on and that I had wedding things to take care of.

As soon as they had left, I had called Heather. There was no answer. All I had gotten from her was three words and then nothing. Was she ghosting me? What the fuck was going on?

So, frustrated, I had the idea that, maybe, just maybe, I could be lucky enough to figure out what had happened on my own. So, grabbing my keys to the club and racing through town, there I was, determined to figure something out.

I had betrayed John. I had broken our one rule, to have no solo adventures, six times. Sure, I had a pass for the bachelorette party, which didn't count, but between Heather and the son of the florist I had amassed a string of indiscretions, any one of which could have been enough to end my relationship with John.

I did not want to cheat on him, I really didn't. I loved him completely and wanted to marry him. I would do anything for him, but I had no self-control. Ironic how much of a control freak I can be, yet I find it most difficult to control myself.

If Heather had actually told him, he should have been livid. He should have confronted me; yelled at me. If anything, he had been extra affectionate. Also, he hadn't asked me about my party, what wedding stuff I was up to today, or anything, that morning.

The air was warm but for the occasional breeze coming down from the mountains. The club was on the west side of Denver and so got many cool breezes, even in the summertime.

The front door was locked tight, so I unlocked it with my set of keys. There was a side entrance I could have used but I had parked in the front. The air inside smelled clean, the filters and air freshers I had installed removing the scents of sex that I was sure had permeated the building the previous night.

When I reached the welcome counter, I saw that the lights were still on, and the television was still playing above the hot tubs a few yards away.

"Well, I guess Chris left the televisions running. Let's see if he had turned everything on," I said to myself as I circled around behind the counter and through the door to the office.

The office was dark and had two small office chairs, a few monitors, and several receiver-sized black metal boxes with the barest of switches that serviced the video surveillance system.

I sat in the nearest chair and pulled up to the monitoring station. "Yes," I said in triumph. "It's on!"

I had recently upgraded the monitoring equipment throughout the building.

A few months ago, when Nick had owned the place, there had been an incident. A woman had claimed that a man had assaulted her when she had said "No." Well, Nick had cameras that recorded what happened, but the one in the room she had been in had no audio and the video was so bad you couldn't tell what was going on. Thankfully, the camera in the next room picked up the audio of her asking for more cock, and presented with this evidence, she dropped her complaint. She was subsequently banned.

So, even though I was still in the planning phase of the remodel, I had already upgraded all the cameras in the building as well as the control software. If it had been on and working as designed, I might be able to get an idea of what went on the previous night.

Keying up the recordings, it displayed a ladder of rows on the screen, with small square images here and there. The recording of video was motion triggered and those triggered segments were all time-synched with the other cameras in the software. Each row on the screen represented a different camera. The small images represented where videos had been recorded.

Now, these videos were highly confidential, and everyone had signed forms allowing themselves to be recorded and forbidding the club from distributing the videos in any way. These were designed strictly for safety and security.

Scrolling back to the prior afternoon, I pulled up the preview of one of the videos. It was the backyard camera and there were a bunch of guys talking and drinking while cooking BBQ. I turned up the audio to figure out if I could hear them.

"Josh, can you pass me that plate of chicken behind you?" Alex asked.

"Sure," he replied as he turned around to grab the plate.

Well, I could hear them.

I skipped forward until John arrived. I watched him greet his friends, feeling like I was spying on him. He had never expected me to see this.

"He can never find out I saw this," I told myself. How I was going to pretend not to know whatever I was about to see and hear, I didn't know, but it was imperative I kept this little spying adventure to myself.

I fast forwarded, waiting for them to go inside.

I paused when I saw her. She was a beautiful redhead that looked a lot like me. I backed it up and played it, finding out her name was Brianna.

"Well, shit," I sighed, realizing I was about to watch the entire thing. "This could take a while." I put my phone in airplane mode to make sure nobody could interrupt me by calling, texting, or tracking my phone like John could do.

Jealousy rose in me as I pulled up the video into full resolution. I had seen that look on John's face as he gazed at Brianna only twice before; the first was at me when I had first met him and the second was when he had met my mother. I had been unreasonably jealous at the way he had looked at my mother and I felt those same feelings rising up in me again.

Brianna was a beautiful redhead with long orange hair, deep freckles, and big tits, just like me and my mother. "Well, he has a type," I chuckled to myself as I watched her talk and move.

My jealously rose again when I heard her ask him if she was prettier than his fiancé and he didn't answer her. Could someone like Brianna steal John away from me? Did he not care I had broken our rule because he was going to leave me anyway?

I'm embarrassed to admit that I had, over the last few months, started to feel like I had John wrapped around my little finger, but, in that moment, as I watched her let him off the hook with a "I don't want you to get in trouble", I felt a little panicked. Sure, she was pretty, but we were about to get married. I shook my head. What did I expect him to do, rudely tell her that she wasn't? He was too polite for that. Then again, John was very honest and, so, maybe it was that he couldn't lie and say "no". Or, worst of all, he thought she was much prettier than me and didn't want someone to overhear him tell her that and it get back to me.

Shit, it wasn't just that he might think she was prettier than me. No, it was also the way he looked at her. I didn't like it.

When they went to eat, they didn't sit together. That was something.

I listened to Chris give a nice toast and the din of conversation combined with the location of the camera made it impossible to make out anything else said.

I watched as they ate and talked, fast forwarding until John got up. He went to the bar to make himself a drink and the camera was right over the bar, so I heard everything that was said as Briana came up beside him and they sat not too far from the bar. Without any music playing I could turn up the volume and make out what they were saying over the din of more distant conversations.

I gasped when I heard that she was Tanner's wife and they discussed how Tanner was at my party and Josh said that he was probably nailing me at that moment. I paused the video.

I suddenly felt quite guilty for feeling jealous. I had fucked Brianna's husband the same night as all this was going on. I had compared Tanner to John. They didn't share many features, but their cocks were identical. Well, Tanner's was an inch longer and slightly thicker and I had been so excited to try to swallow it down my throat. It had felt so good to fuck that big dick. If John had seen me, I felt sure I had looked at Tanner's dick the same way John had looked at Brianna. My guilt over being jealous was overwhelming. "Stupid selfish hypocritical bitch," I scolded myself aloud.

Then a thought occurred to me. Was Tanner and Brianna a better version of John and me? Bigger dick; bigger tits? I shrugged. I didn't want to leave John for Tanner. Tanner had a big cock and, sure, I loved that, but John was my whole world. I had to believe that John felt the same. Flirting with and being attracted to other people was at the core of our lifestyle, but our hearts belonged to each other. At least, I believed that went both ways.

Taking a deep breath, I resumed the video.

I liked what Josh and Brianna had to say about sharing but when she grabbed John's cock through his pants and asked him if he was hard thinking about his fiancé getting fucked, his answer of "Maybe a little bit, but it's mainly you," made me wish I had never sat down to watch the video.

I knew I said things to guys all the time that I wouldn't want John to hear. This feels wrong. I shouldn't be watching this. It wasn't healthy for our relationship. I shook my head. "Too late now. In for a penny; in for a pound."

I watched them dance on the dancefloor, no longer able to hear anything but the music. The mic distorted the loud sound, so I muted it.

My eyes grew wide as I watched Brianna dance. Her moves were so sexual and so raunchy that I was a little shocked. She had gone from zero to a hundred in two seconds flat and there were moves that I had never done on a dancefloor. It wasn't just the twerking, but it was combined with the self-touching and how she worked off the men around her.

I found myself getting turned on watching her, picking up some pointers of things I might want to integrate into my own dancing.

When John and Chris came to the bar, between songs, I unmuted the video and had to strain to hear what they said as the next song started up.

I was surprised that John really wasn't feeling it. He wasn't as turned on by her dancing as I was. How odd.

He and Chris had a discussion about gangbangs and sharing that I found very revealing, at least, the bits that I could hear.

When that song ended, I watched Brianna come up to John, spin him around, and tell him that it was time to get him laid. My jealousy over Brianna was gone and I was not concerned about him having sex with her. No, what I was concerned about was when Heather would show up and what she would tell him.

So, I changed the camera to the front room where they all gathered, and I watched in fast forward.

John got fucked and did some fucking. He fucked Brianna a lot, cumming in her ass, got another drink, came back, and fucked the other woman, whose name I had not caught.

After he came in her, he rested on a chair for a while. He was brought another drink and, completely hammered, he rejoined the gangbang for a third round. He had a difficult time keeping it up, but he managed to get in some good fucking of both girls before giving up and just lying there.

He wasn't passed out, but he wasn't too active at the end either. I found myself wondering how much of that he remembered. John sometimes had trouble remembering what happened to him when he got really drunk. Me too. That's why we so rarely got that drunk.

Afterward, everyone filed out, leaving only Brianna and John in the room for a bit.

She sucked his cock as he lay there, groaning with pleasure.

He drifted off into a drunken stupor with his hard cock still in her mouth. How he kept it hard at all with that much alcohol, I did not know. John was a sex machine, I knew.

Eventually, his cock deflated, Brianna stopped, kissed him, and left.

The video stopped. He was sleeping on the bed and there was no more movement to trigger the recording.

I switched cameras to find and follow Chris. He was at the reception area saying polite goodbyes to everyone and thanking them for coming.

Then Chris went to the backyard, throwing things away. He went to John and woke him up, telling him that he was going to take him home as soon as he finished cleaning up. Then he went to the dancefloor and cleaned up there. He was a good friend to John and me.

That's when Heather showed up.

"Finally!" I said.

"Where's John?" she asked Chris.

"He's in playroom number one," Chris told her. "I was just about to take him home. He's pretty drunk."

"I'll take him home," she explained. "I need to talk to him."

Chris thought about it for a moment and then said, "Okay, here's the keys, be sure not to lock them inside."

Heather took the keys, nodded, and headed up the hall to find John.

I switched back to playroom one, where John was laying.

"John?" Heather asked as she came into the room.

John roused and sat up. "Heather?" he asked, his speech a little slurred. "Fuck, look at the dress on you! Shit, you should have been here earlier. You are so fucking sexy. Do you know that? Of course, you do."

I had never seen John that drunk before. I wasn't upset at what he said to Heather, she was indeed very hot in that dress. Hell, she was hot in anything, or nothing.

She laughed nervously and said, "Thanks."

"So, what brings your sexy ass here at this time of night? I was about to head on home. Chris is going to drive because I am totally fucking wasted."

"I volunteered to drive you because I need to talk to you."

"Let me guess, you love me and want me to marry you instead of Robin," he said, laughing.

At first, I was upset when I heard him suggest that. Then, when he laughed, I thought back to the sorts of things we had been through. Having people meddling with our relationship seemed to be an ongoing theme.

Heather didn't say anything for several moments. "Well, John, I wouldn't cheat on you."

I gasped. What the fuck? I sent her there to tell John I had broken our rule, not to take him from me. Surely, Heather, of all people, would not do that to me. I trusted her.

"What are you talking about?"

"John, I just came from Robin's bachelorette party. She just fucked a couple strangers, and she told me that she's cheated on you at least half a dozen times since you've been engaged."

"Cheated on me?"

"You have a rule, right? 'No solo adventures'? Well, she's broken that several times."

"So, you're here to clue me in?"

"Yes. I know this comes as a shock, but you need to know."

I couldn't read his face in the video enough to know what he was thinking.

He said, "So, since we're getting married, you are concerned that she'll hurt me? That's so sweet. You are so sweet, Heather."

"God, you're too drunk to think straight."

"No, I hear you. I get it."

"Okay, well, then... what are you going to do?"

He shrugged.

I breathed a great sigh of relief. It was out there. He knew what I had done. Heather did what I had asked her to do after all. I leaned in, needing to know where his head was at.

"Listen, John, you are such a sweet guy. You need to decide if this is what you want or if you want someone whom you can trust not to cheat on you. There are plenty of women who would count themselves lucky to have you and would never betray you."

Heather! What the fuck? I asked her to tell him, not convince him to dump me. Jesus Christ!

To my horror, John nodded as she spoke. Then he said, "Heather, I hear what you're saying. You're telling me that Robin is a little redheaded nymphomaniac slut who can't keep her legs shut. She's a whore who used to sell her pussy for money and now has convinced me to make an honest woman of her. She's a fucking cunt that will stab me in the back as soon as someone with a dick walks into the room. She's a wild animal that can't be tamed."

"She was a hooker?" Heather asked.

"And you are sweet, Heather. You are an angel that has come to save me from all that. You would love me, wouldn't you? You wouldn't be a wild animal, would you? You'd be my tame little doe that would love me and never hurt me."

She didn't respond for a moment. Then she put her hand on his arm and just said, "John."

When he put his hand on hers, I paused the video.

I couldn't see the screen as tears filled my eyes, despite the anger. How could John say such things about me? Was this how he usually talked about me? Or was this only when he was drunk? Or was it only with Heather?

I could understand him being mad at my indiscretions but to call me such names and say such things about me pierced me deeply into my heart. How could he?

Was that how he really felt? Did he really see me as a slut and a whore? He had called me a cunt, for Christ's sake!

I set my jaw as I dried up my tears. Anger welled up in me. Drunk or not, he had also revealed my deepest secret. My career as a call girl in Boston was a secret that I didn't want everyone to know. That man had a lot to answer for.

I stood up and was about to storm out when I thought about Heather. Had she already stolen him? I had first thought he might leave me for Brianna, but now I thought he might leave me for Heather. Suddenly my curiosity got the better of me. I couldn't confront either one of them without hearing whatever else they might have said. I needed all the ammunition I could get.

Wiping the tears off my cheeks, I sat back down, and said out loud, "Well, let's get this over with!" I pressed 'Play'.

John, his hand on Heather's, said softly, his speech a bit less slurred than earlier, "A couple years ago, I would have loved that. I had always pictured myself with a devoted wife, two-point-five children, and a cute little house with a white picket fence. I would have never told that woman how I fucked my sister."

Heather sat up straight and muttered, "You fuck Jenny?"

Well, I consoled myself, at least he wasn't just revealing my secrets.

John nodded and continued, "With a wife like that, I would still fuck Jenny whenever she came over, but my wife would never have known. If my wife and I ever had a threesome it would be deep into our marriage, with lots of communication, and in a very safe situation to be sure nobody got jealous."

I hung my head as I listened to him describe someone that I knew I could never be. He was right, I was horny, wild, and untamable. If he wanted a devoted housewife, I could never be that. I couldn't even keep one simple fucking rule.

"You can have that. Do you not still want that? What's wrong with that?" Heather asked.

He laughed. "That sounds so fucking boring!"

I literally gasped. Hope springing in my heart.

"John?" Heather asked, confused. "You're drunk; you're not thinking straight."

He nodded, "Yes, I'm drunk, but I know what I'm saying."

"Oh?"

"I love everything about that little redheaded nymphomaniac. Sure, she's a slut, but she is the wildest, sexiest, and hottest fucking piece of ass I've ever had. Don't you dare tell her any of this, but I swear that there is nothing that little cunt could do to me that would make me leave her. I love her with all of my heart and if she kicked me to the curb tomorrow, I would still love her until the day I died.

"Before I met her, I had no idea that I had a thing for redheads, but I sure fucking do now. Her pale skin, those cute little orange freckles, that wild mane of orange hair on her head, and that little tuft of orange hair she keeps trimmed so neatly right above her pretty pink slit drive me fucking crazy. Fuck! I love that. Lately I get hard at nearly every redhead I see.

"Sure, she used to be a whore, and, yes, she can't keep her legs closed for man or woman. And I realize that she has fucked enough people in her life to populate a small town. You know what? I don't fucking give a shit. She's in love with me. I know that for a fact.

"You think she betrayed me; that she stabbed me in the back? She just broke a rule."

"A rule? She broke your only rule!"

John continued, undaunted, "A rule she made. I trust her. I have trusted that little slut with every dark secret I have ever had. I know that I could tell her anything. I could confess to her any twisted fucked-up fantasy that might cross my mind and know that she would enthusiastically make it happen for me the very next day.

"Did she tell you who she broke the rule with?"

Heather hesitated but eventually nodded.

"The florist's son?"

I gasped. What the fuck? How did he know?

Nod.

"The guy at the car dealership?"

Nod.

"The ticket girl at the movie theater?"

Nod.

"Who else?"

"Um, well, she told me she fucked a guy in the carwash bathroom while you were getting the car washed."

"Aha, I knew it! Who else?"

"She said she had met some guys in the mall. Twins."

He shook his head. "She told me she had met them, they came by a few days later, and, after inviting a couple girls, we had an orgy."

"She fucked them in the men's room at the mall."

"That sly little minx. Anyone else?"

"Me."

"When?"

"When we went to get burgers a couple months ago."

He laughed.

"I can't believe you're laughing about this."

Neither could I. He wasn't mad at all. He already knew most of them and he wasn't angry. I was, frankly, stunned.

John chuckled a bit more before saying, "Heather, the first time I caught her breaking the rule, I was a little surprised but- Do you remember when you and I fucked in the middle of the night several weeks ago?"

Nod.

"Remember how Robin was sleeping right beside us and I put my hand over your mouth to keep you quiet?"

Nod.

I gasped. I had no idea. I wanted to be mad when I heard that but strangely wasn't. I remembered that night and I had been exhausted. We had gone to bed early and had a threesome that went on for hours. John came a little earlier than usual and I had fucked Heather for an hour afterward. I had slept in late that next morning. An earthquake wouldn't have woken me that morning. Had I left John unsatisfied?

He said, "That was against the rule too."

"I didn't know that," Heather confessed. "But we could have woken her up and she wouldn't have minded, right?"

"If we had woken her up before we started, sure, but if she had woken up in the middle, she would have been furious. So, doing that without her knowing was... dangerous. And so fucking hot, don't you think?"

"Oh my god, you are as twisted as she is."

He laughed. "Maybe so."

You dirty boy, I thought as I shook my head and smiled at the image of John on the little screen.

Heather sat up and said, "I'm glad you're happy, I suppose, but I'm a little confused. If you feel this way, why have any rules at all? Why even get married?"

He thought about that for a moment before saying, "The rule is Robin's. She got jealous in Florida and decided to set that rule. I don't really get jealous any longer, but I do hate to be surprised; so, yeah, I'm not too happy that she's breaking her rule and not telling me about it. I also don't like that I didn't know about all of them. I mean, I don't want someone telling me shit I don't know about, even if I am cool with it.

"But, like I said, I can ask her for any kinky shit I want, and she would do it for me. If she wants to have a few extra fucks without me, that's fine with me. Plus, I figure this gives me the freedom to have my own. I found that doing shit behind her back, that I know would piss her off, is really hot, because I know it's so fucking dangerous. She would get so fucking mad."

"So, there's no jealousy?"

"Not from me. Not anymore. Seeing her have fun turns me the fuck on; that is, as long as I'm invited or already having fun too. If I'm not there, I don't care. I do want to know about it, and I'd love for her to describe it to me. I mean, I love when she's having fun and just hearing about it would turn me on too."

"I didn't think you liked the whole cuckold thing."

"What? No, of course not. Just sitting there watching without being invited to participate is what cuckold is about. No, that would piss me off. This is more about enjoying the moment and knowing she's having as good a time as I am. When I'm not there, I suppose you could consider that cuckold, but I don't see it and I am not being denied anything. I think that's my only thing. Show me a party and tell me that I'm not invited but I can watch? No, that would suck."

"I see."

"Even when I'm not there, even though she doesn't tell me, she still makes sure I have fun."

"That doesn't make any sense. What are you talking about?"

"Well, for example, do you remember that night when Robin picked you up along with Chris and Dana?"

"Yeah, she called me that afternoon. It was real spur of the moment deal," Heather said. "What about it?"

John said, "We had a hot orgy that night, right?"

"Yeah."

"Well, she had fucked the florist's son that very morning."

"What's your point?"

"She made it up to me even though she didn't tell me about it. Look, I'm just saying that she keeps me satisfied; hell, more than satisfied. I sometimes worry I'm not going to be able to keep up with her," he laughed. "So far so good. Hell, she's so fucking hot I get hard any time she walks into the room, which is good because most of the time I need to be."

"Okay, but still, why get married?"

Heather, stop pushing!

"I can't let her get away," he said simply.

"But-"

"Heather, I love Robin with all my heart, and I don't want to live another day without her in my life. If I don't marry her, she'll eventually move on. It's not like she couldn't just as easily leave me if we're married, but it will show her than I'm committed to staying with her and show me that she feels the same. Every day. As you know, besides being drop-dead gorgeous, she's the sweetest person I know. She's smart, supportive, affectionate, considerate, level-headed -"

"Level-headed?"

"Okay, maybe not level-headed. She can fly off the handle. What I mean is more like, practical and mature. Admittedly, I've seen her naïve side. I've seen her act like a schoolgirl. I've seen her act like a spoiled bitch. But, if I need some advice on anything, she will have the answer I'm looking for. She sees the world very clearly and from a unique perspective all her own. I absolutely love that about her."

"But, if she's not going to be loyal to you, why get married?"

"Whoa! Who said she was not loyal to me? Break a rule, sure. Fuck some guy without telling me, okay. But, disloyal? No. I don't think she'd do that."

"How is that not being disloyal?"

"Well, loyal is about being on the same side. Are you with me or against me? Robin is with me. I would trust her with my life. She's loyal to many people, you included. I'm not worried that she's going to find some guy she's going to side with against me."

"Why not? She's cheating on you and -"

"If she wants a secret or two, that's fine. As long as, at the end of the day, I'm happy and she's loyal to me, I don't care. She falls asleep in my arms every night and we never go to bed angry. I trust her completely."

"Wow. I've never heard you talk like this."

He sat there for a moment and said, "I think I may have said too much."

"You're sobering up."

He nodded. "Look, Heather. Please, you have to promise me that you aren't going to tell Robin what I said."

"You mean about you cheating on her?"

He laughed, "No, we are both breaking the rule. It's not that. What I mean is, if she heard everything that I just told you about how I feel, how unconditional my love is, it might change the way she treats me."

"How-so?"

"She would take me for granted."

"Isn't she already doing that?"

He shook his head. "Remember the Florist's son? If she knew how I felt and was taking me for granted, she wouldn't have pulled together that orgy."

She nodded. "Okay, but you need to talk to her. She sent me over here to tell you that she cheated on you."

"She sent you? I thought you came on your own."

"I know. She wanted me to find out if it was going to be a problem. You're getting married in less than a week."

"So, you were testing me?"

"Not testing, just observing your reaction. I mean, she did cheat on you. I'm not lying. Don't be mad."
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