Enid's POV

Tristan explains that he wasn't staring at the girls then explains what he loved about me more than anything in the world, blushing at the end of his speech

I took his hands and squeezed them tenderly thanking him for his kind words

Our food and drinks arrive and we begin to eat our meal. I stop thinking about the young couple in the corner.

We begin to discuss where we would like to go. Tristan suggests Coney Island and I agreed. After we paid for our food my husband needed to go to the bathroom, so I left the bar and took a seat out in the Great Hall.

The two girls from the pool came out a short while later. The blonde girl asked her companion if she needed a coat and the reply was no. The blonde girl told her she was only going to be a few minutes and kissed her on the lips.

So they were a couple then.

I looked at the almond haired girl over my phone as she walked about looking at the various pictures on the wall and rocking her booted feet onto her heels. Because she was wearing a skirt, this meant I got a good luck at the crinkles in her boot ankles. Presently the blonde came back and they left.

Tristan now returned from the bathroom and we started our journey to Coney Island.

Unexpectedly we ran into Robyn and (I presumed) her girlfriend. Tristan wanted to sat hi, but I disagreed

'We should leave her be' I said. 'She needs to spend some time with Caitlin, she's only got two weeks left of the holidays'

We also saw Susan, about fifteen minutes later. We told her our happy news and she gave us our congratulations with tears streaming down her face.

I could tell Tristan was wanting to wipe her tears so I gently squeezed his hand a little tighter

'We should go' I said. We walked away together towards the roller coaster

Tristan's POV:

After breakfast I go to the bathroom, when I get out I see my beautiful wife standing up as she sees me in the Great Hall, she looks gorgeous, her thigh muscles toned, her calves defined, her slim waist, I want to hold her by her waist, her body tight against mine, her breasts standing firm. I go and walk out with her, holding her sexy waist, feeling her tight lateral abs muscles through the fabric of her dress. We see the girls my beautiful wife thought I was staring at, now I do take a glance at the almond hair girl as she walks, her soft calves strongly jiggle with each step she takes, the skirt doesn't allow me to see her thighs.

We let the girls go, then as we are going out we see Robyn and her girlfriend coming, my lovely wife deviates from their way, dragging me along. I wanted to say hi to Robyn, but anyway, I guess the time will come. Then, a few minutes later, we meet Susan, the love of my life starts telling her, excited, of our wedding, Susan. Susan, being the empath she is, immediately has a couple of tear streaks drawing each cheek. I feel the impulse to bring my hands to her cheeks and clear her tears, my wife who by now was holding my hand, squeezes it a little stronger than she was holding it, telling me we should get going.

We head to the roller coaster, I stop her dead on her tracks and give her a passionate, deep kiss, as if there was nobody else in the world.

Next morning we go back home, Camilla offers to drive, I would rather avoid her the exhaustion of driving long distances but I decide to get the best out of it, I sit on the copilot seat, get comfortable, close my eyes and drop my left hand on Camilla's bare thigh (after all the time I've been with Camilla I never get used or bored of feeling her perfect thigh muscles jiggle in my hands). Time flies and it feels like its been only minutes when we arrive home, I wish I had more time to indulge feeling her silky, soft thighs jiggle in my hand longer.

We enter our home and sit down in the sofa for a few minutes to rest, as usual, Camilla places her thighs on my lap. I text William and ask him for Tristan's phone number, he shares his contact info with me. I smile as I send Tristan the pictures of the wedding, I even feel goosebumps when I send him the photo in which he is wiping her tears and the photo in which he is lifting her like a newlywed, her outer thigh muscles giving in to the pressure of his fingers. As I finish sending him the pics, I drop my hands on Camilla's relaxed thighs, this time, I feel a strong tent forming inside my pants as I feel her thighs jiggling in my hands in the most sexy and sensual way I could ever imagine, I softly squeeze her quads, feeling them give in to the pressure of my hand (I love how her muscles give in to my touch, yet stand firm in the rare occasion a stranger bumps into them, I feel as if her muscles know how much I love, and get turned on, feeling them that way) as I lean to kiss her lips.

Camilla...

It was nearly 5am when we arrived home. Surprisingly I wasn't tired even though I offered to drive the whole 4hrs home. I guess I was more busy indulging the feelings of Jarrod's left hand on my right thigh than anything else. I noticed he drifted off for a while before we reached home.

We arrived home and decided to sit on the couch for a bit so I could rest (not sleep) and so Jarrod could wake up. I get comfortable with my thighs on his lap while he texts William to get Tristan's number to send him some wedding pictures. As soon as he sends off all the pictures I feel him drop his hands on my thighs and as I hear a slight slap I look down only to see a tent had formed in his pants. I then feel him squeezing my quads as he means in for a deep sensual kiss.

I can feel my breathing increase, but before things get too far I remind Jarrod that we have work in a few short hrs. I ask him if there'd be any time for a quickie in his office later today if his schedule wasn't too busy. I was getting more and more turned on by the sec thinking about him thinking all morning about having a quickie at work while at work and his tent refusing to subside.

I notice Camilla’s breathing increase and she reminds me that we have to work in a few hours, suggesting we postpone it and have a quickie in the office. I see her blushing as she pictures the idea in her head.  I get harder at the thought, I strongly grasp and jiggle her thigh: “I have to warn you that the longer I wait the harder I’ll be for you”. I give her a lustful look.