Don't mention it

You slipped from the ladies room to the men's room as quickly as you could. Once there you used the paper towels and water to try and wash and dry all the cum that had been accumulating in your trousers from all the aggressively sexual advances you had been receiving. As you thought back on them you decided that they were, really, mostly harmless teasing... well, maybe not completely harmless. But you didn't intend to cheat on Sarah. It's not like you were going to follow through on any of this flirting and suggestion (and you almost believed that even though you were already thinking about the best route to the hotel pool tonight). All that mentioning it to Sarah would do is drive a wedge between her and all the astonishingly hot women in her life that she would never even suspect were interested in you.

No, you made your decision, you would not mention it. When you walked out you saw the party for the rehearsal dinner already seated.

"Ah, he finally shows. You know we need to get this dinner finished in time to get over to the church. Pastor Amanda is going to be waiting for us.", your dad called out to you.

You scanned the room and saw your betrothed seated at the head of the table. You walked over to her and bent down, kissing her lightly on the cheek.

"Thanks dad, I know. Hey sweetie." You said as you leaned over and kissed your bride. You had to admit she looked beautiful in the outfit she'd chosen - stunning really. It hugged her curves in all the right places and the color brought was suggestive of the wedding dress she would wear tomorrow.

But somehow you couldn't help but compare her to the other women at the table. That said you gazed over the table. Right next to Sarah were your dad and her dad. Next out your best man on one side, your brother on the other. Past them were your sister and Sarah's two sisters, each of whom was giving you a look that suggested more than sisterly affection. Sarah's maid of honor sat next to your sister, your mother and Sarah's mother sat at the end near your empty seat. Between Sarah's mother and her older sister though sat a woman you didn't recognize, and just like the other women at the table she was eyeing you like a piece of meat.