Wedding day!

George Jetson couldn't believe this. His new girlfriend, the former Stella Spacely, a fat old shrew insisted that they attend the event. He had not wanted to go to this wedding. But her insistence was persuasive. Further, everyone at his office would be there. A few days ago, when he was told that he had to attend by Spacely himself, he had scoffed at the idea. "I'm not going to watch you marry my ex!" He had stammered.

Spacely laughed, "Then you are fired!"

So there he stood, in the back row, on the groom's side of all places. He looked over to fat old Stella. She chuffed, "I'm still gonna take that little shit for all he's worth!" She pointed to the altar, where the short balding millionaire stood waiting.

The music came up, and George sighed. How had it all come to this. Jane had become a money loving whore in the past few months. And then, there she was, in the most audacious wedding dress ever. It barely covered her tits, and the white skirt showed the bottoms of her ass. She wore six inch white high-heels that clicked as she walked to the music. Soon, she was next to Spacely. George almost threw up watching them wed. When H.C. Cogswell gave them the rings, as the best man, he heard the old man pat Spacely on the back and say, "You've won this round!"

The crowd cheered as the newly weds were hitched. George walked out with Stella realizing he was going to a reception that would make him sick. It was more than gaudy, and Jane was on display. He watched Spacely's hands run up and down her tight legs all night. As they danced, he saw Spacely whisper something that made her laugh, then he grabbed her ass.

The newlyweds could barely keep their hands off each other. George watched as they exited long before the reception was over. No one even noticed but him.