Page 78 of 3 Daddies to Go

I yawn. I slept maybe an hour last night. The guys each came in my ass, my pussy, and my mouth. I had at least ten orgasms, each one stronger than the last. My body is still sore. My pussy aches to feel them inside again.

I push that thought from my brain. Not only am I going to be smiling like an idiot when I see Trudy, but I’m going to be horny too. She’ll definitely call me out on that. Then again, I don’t know if she’d recognize me. She’s never seen me like this before. I’ve never felt like this before. Hopefully, Trudy just thinks I’m really happy to see her.

The house Trudy shares with Herbie is a few blocks away. It’s a white, two-story Victorian with a wrap-around porch. There’s another house closer to Town Hall where the mayor is supposed to live, but Herbie and Trudy insisted on buying their own. They both claimed it was to save the town money, but I think it’s more than that. Both of them want kids as soon as possible, but Herbie may not be mayor forever. It would be hard to move out of a house with a bunch of kids, so they decided to buy a forever-home.

Trudy opens the heavy red front door before I have a chance to talk.

“Kendall!” she cries, pulling me in for a huge hug. “I’ve missed you so much!”

She leads me into the living room, which is more of a mess now than during the wedding planning chaos. Wedding gifts, some still unopened, litter the entire living room floor. Some have spilled onto the tables and chairs as well.

“Trudy, you should’ve called me. I would’ve helped you open these.”

She waves me off.

“Herbie and I will get to it. We’ve been busy packing for the honeymoon, and doing other things.”

I blush.

“I don’t need details.”

“I won’t give them, but I will tell you this: you’re missing out. Married sex is even better than unmarried sex, and you haven’t had either.”

I open my mouth to tell her she’s wrong, but now isn’t the time.

“I’ll take your word for it.”

Trudy smiles knowingly.

“You’ll experience it someday.” She takes a sip of sweet tea and offers me the pitcher. I pour myself a glass.

“Was this set a wedding gift?” I ask, pointing to the glass pitcher. The matching cups have little lemons around the rim. “I’ve never seen it before.”

“Yes!” she says. “Herbie’s mom got it for us. Isn’t it the cutest? It wasn’t even on our registry, but she somehow knew it was perfect.”

“It suits you,” I tell her. “How is Herbie feeling?”

Trudy sighs. “A big baby, that one. He just had the sniffles, but you know how men are. When they’re sick, they need all of your attention. I’m really sorry I bailed on you on Friday night.”

“It’s fine, I understand.” I told tell her that I was kind of glad, because it gave me more time with the guys.

“I’m glad you could come today!” she says, pulling me in for a side hug. “I’ve missed you. I would’ve died if we didn’t see each other before the honeymoon.”

I love this side of Trudy. This is the side the guys need to see. They’ve only known bridezilla Trudy, but she’s a lot calmer now.

“I’m glad, too,” I say sincerely.

“It’s crazy that we’re going on a three-week trip to Europe. I cannot believe that Tag, Tanner, and Trace paid for our entire honeymoon. I may not be their biggest fan, but I will definitely send them a thank-you fruit basket or something.”

“That really is nice of them,” I say, letting the comment about not being their biggest fan slide. Hopefully, she’ll change her mind. Surely, she can’t hate them when she finds out how good they’ve been to me. “I’m so jealous. You’re going to come back so tan after relaxing on the beach in Greece.”

“Tan and fat,” Trudy jokes. “I’ll be eating my weight in bread. I can’t decide where I’m more excited to visit: France or Italy. I just know that I want to eat ALL OF THE FOOD.”

We giggle. Trudy may be thin, but she loves to chow down. Honestly, I don’t get how she can be friends with people like Monica and Leonore, who rarely eat anything. Ugh, those bitches. I haven’t thought about them since brunch. We don’t run in the same circles, Trudy being our only mutual friend.

“You’ll have to bring me home some snacks,” I say. “Something that won’t go bad.”

“I’ll try, but Herbie might eat anything I buy,” Trudy says with another laugh. “I love him so much, Kendall.”