"Uhm, this is kinda embarrassing," I stumbled over the words, trying to make my lie sound like a confession. "I slept with the stripper."
"Bullshit." Marianne blurted. She looked at me with an expression that I couldn't quite read.
"Seriously," I stammered out, trying to think on my feet. "When we went to the club, Matt said that I should get a dance. I didn't want to give my real name, and I told the girl that I was the groom."
"And you what, slept with her?" Marianne's voice was taking on an amused tone.
"Uhm, well, we didn't sleep...." I tried to make a joke, which seemed to go over pretty well.
"So what did you do?" She waited patiently. The expression on her face said that she wanted to get the full story before passing judgement.
"Okay, so I got this dance from this girl, and she mentioned that if I tossed in an extra fifty bucks, she'd let me touch her...."
"And of course you were drunk..." Marianne prompted, a look of amusement on her face.
"Right," I continued, "So I tipped her a hundred, and she said that for the groom she should do something special...."
"And is that the point at which you gave her seven orgasms?" she asked with a smirk on her face?
"Seven...... Uh, what?" I mumbled, unable to comprehend where Marianne was getting that figure.
"Look, darling," She interrupted my story and stood up. She crossed to me, and placed her hands on my shoulder. "It's very sweet that you're trying to cover for Matt. However, I heard the story that the stripper gave, and quite honestly, you don't match the description. She knew Matt all the way down to the birthmark on his..... well, you know."
Actually I didn't know, since I hadn't seen Matt naked. My spirits sunk, and I realized that she had known the truth the entire time. The depressing thing was, I didn't even know until that moment that Matt had cheated on Michelle.
"I must've sounded very stupid." I offered, my face bright red. I couldn't help but notice how close Marianne was standing to me.
"Actually, there was no way you could have known. And don't worry, we aren't cancelling the wedding." She smiled at my blushing face. "Michelle's not about to throw away a perfectly good husband because some little hotty managed to get into his pants."
"Oh, that's good." I tried to think of something else to say, but it just wasn't working.
"Look, I just wanted to see if you saw what happened. Obviously you didn't." Marianne pulled me into a tight hug. "Now then, I also wanted to ask y....." The closeness of her body had some rather obvious physical effects on me. She broke off her speech as she felt the evidence of my attraction to her.
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