It continued to the wedding suite and they had again sex on our wedding bed. There where comments below the photos like “the first to fuck the bride...”, “giving her the first marriage orgasm”, “taking her underwear “ and so on. Always with photos of me on the party having fun. This was hurting a lot because of two reasons, one that he was fucking my wife on our wedding, and second my wife and I had no sex in our wedding night. We both were to exhausted that evening. That we had sex the next. We now needed to win the last two-and that's with John Burkett, who sucks generally but really sucks against the Yankees; and Pedro, who pitched game three like a guy with a bum shoulder. And with the bats gone hibernatingIn other words-it was over. We needed this one. We didn't get it. It just sucked.Remarkably, Callie was rather subdued in her post-game celebration. She only whooped and hollered a little bit. Grinning, she said to me, "I'm a lifelong Yankees fan and I always will be. But,. "Tea or Coffee," Peter asked."Tea," I mumble as I wiggle and grunt, trying to register where I was. Finally smiling I utter, "God, I feel fucked!" Peter just laughed as he quickly slipped on a pair of trackers before making his way towards the kitchen.Suddenly the sound of falling books or boxes along with the sharp cry of, ”Fuck it….Sorry,” came from the adjoining room.“Who’s the noisy bastard next door?” I asked as Peter returned with a tea tray full of goodies.“That’s Colin…you’ll like him,”. It was a creature of habit.She got up and hurriedly threw on a clean T-Shirt, omitting a bra because it was the weekend, and the President of the United States would not be coming over. A cut off pair of jeans, made into shorts so short her mother would not approve were next, and completed her ensemble. No panties, either, since she knew they would be hanging out and hiding the curve of her ass, which she rather enjoyed showing off.She left her room, then her whole house, quickly going across.