Zach Wilde, father of the bride

You still couldn't believe Willow was getting married. Not that you didn't approve, Alex was a fine young man, you just knew how much of a free spirit she was. If you had to guess there was more going on than met the eye, but as long Willow was happy and Alex wasn't doing anything to hurt her, then you saw no reason to butt in. You were currently trimming in front of the mirror in just a towel. Your wife teases that you look like a sexy Grizzly Adams. You weren't as barrel-chested as the iconic mountain man, but even in your late forties you were still in very good shape. Normally you wore your beard and hair long, but you saw no reason to draw that harpy of a mother Alex had down on Willow any more than she already was. Currently you had your beard's length to a more "respectable" level and you trimmed enough hair that you could put in a small ponytail later.

"Hey, sweetie," you heard your wife greet you as she came in. "I was going to take a long bath while we still had free time."

"Hi, Sunflower." You turn around to give your wife a deep, affectionate kiss. Sunflower was a pet-name you had for Amanda ever since your first meeting at the Woodstock concert decades ago.

"Aww," a hand went up to run over your now trimmed beard. "I'm going to miss running my hands through that."

You chuckle. "It'll grow back, Mandy."

"I know, Zach, but I just wish you didn't feel the need to. That-no, I'm not going to waste precious life complaining about that woman. This is Willow's day. She's marrying a fine young man and I am not going to let my future sister-in-law ruin my spirits."

"Have you heard from Willow?" You asked.

"Yeah," Amanda answered, starting to get undressed. "She said she was going to visit some old friends, then maybe head over here."

"Old friends?" You ask with interest.

"You know, her old circle," Amanda explained, turning on the water.

You think a moment. "Jennifer?"

Amanda laughs knowingly. "No surprise she's the first one you remember."

You found yourself getting hard underneath your towel. You had a one-time sex-filled romp with Jennifer last year. The memories of the young woman's tight body sprang to mind.

"Well you did set us up," you said back.

"The poor girl was crushing on you so bad, Zach," Amanda said in response. "And I know you had your eye on her, too. I just facilitated," she replied innocently.

"And the fact you spent most of the time spying on us and getting off had nothing to do with it?"

She giggled. "I didn't say that."

"And didn't you tell me you were so turned on knowing how much Willow's friends-" You think a minute. "Dave and Chris," you finished, remembering their names. "were turned on when they saw you bend over with no underwear on?"

You knew your wife's ears were turning pink. It was a telltale sign of when she was getting turned on.

"Yes."

"So don't tell me you're not looking forward to running into them as much as I'd like to see Jennifer."

She raised a hand up, defeated. "Guilty as charged..well not guilty really," she giggled.

Your relationship had been an open one for as long as you had been together. You loved each other above all else, but that didn't mean you both couldn't have fun. Love shouldn't be restrictive after all. Willow had grown up with those values as well. Granted you didn't know everything about your daughter's former love life, you knew enough. Amanda was always more informed about those things that you were. Far from a prude, but you really didn't need to know everything your little girl was doing..or who.

"All this talk of sexy young people is putting me in the mood. Think we have time for a quickie, Tiger?"