The Wedding

To call wedding gorgeous was a vast understatement. It was both chic and earthy, such a brilliant meld of the couple that one only hoped the lives represented would merge so seamlessly.

The duo had met years prior in community college and had kept in contact throughout the years. She was the owner of the first Eco-friendly theatre in Texas, and he, a band director at Baylor University.

They were in their early thirties with no children, no religion & two dogs. Their home was often the site of book clubs and heated intellectual debates over wine with close friends. It was a warm place, filled with raucous laughter and simple things. Somehow, it gave off an air of luxury while maintaining its cozy vibe.

At the wedding, family and friends milled around the gorgeous arboretum grounds, chatting with cocktails in hand. It was a beautiful day in June, thankfully with a breeze and cloud cover in the Texas sun.

The groom's students compiled the small ceremonial orchestra, while the bride's students compiled the ushers & servers.

Back in the dressing rooms, the parties were as different as night & day, but one thing was certain. They were ready.

"Bro, are you sure you want to do this?" came a loving question from the best man. A close friend of the couple for years, Connor was adamantly against marriage of any sort. "You can never fuck another bitch again." A few of the other groomsmen nodded in agreement, straightening their suspenders & bow ties but Nic just laughed. "Dude, we've been together four years. If I wasn't sure, we wouldn't be here." A vibration shot up Nic's leg as his phone went off in his pocket. He opened the text from his bride and felt his face flush and a familiar heat shoot through his gut as he read the message.

"Can't wait to finally be your wife," was the message, accompanied with a picture of her in bridal-white lingerie he had never seen before. She looked gorgeous, her nipples straining through the lace material. The curve of her body was accentuated so well in the barely-there frothy confection. She looked like a piece of candy.

"But, baby," Connor was saying in a pleading tone of voice, "What about the pussy??" Nic just laughed and snapped his phone case shut, adjusting his sudden erection. "I've got all the pussy I need," was his response.

Hope giggled as she sent her husband-to-be a quick honeymoon preview. They had been together for four years, but the passion hadn't died down. For a while at the beginning of their relationship, she had been terrified to actually have a conversation with him, fearing that sexual chemistry was the only thing they shared. After a few weeks, though, it became apparent that their minds were just as suited for one another as their bodies.

Hope could hear the girls giggling and chattering in the other room & smiled to herself. This experience was so different from her first wedding, and she couldn't be happier. Her first husband had been a good man, God rest his soul, but not a complete fit. They were young & naive when they married and she often thought that perhaps someone out there was a better suited match, though she never strayed outside their marriage bed. When he passed away from a heart attack, she was devastated, but had used the opportunity to forge a new path in life rather than wasting it. It was a few months after his death that Nic came to town, and while they tried to be respectful of the mourning period, they fell fast & hard for one another. The rest, as they say, was history.

The wedding went off without a hitch. The couple decided on a secret time before the ceremony to see one another and exchange private vows. She had designed and created her wedding dress, which was an ivory and blush tulle ball gown with a split down the front that revealed a gorgeous pair of ivory damask pants and dainty blush heels. Her top was flattering, cut to highlight her collarbones and the tops of her breasts in a tasteful but mature way. Her hair was long and in its natural curly state, with a hand-made flower crown. He laughed when he saw her and when she asked why, he just said, "You're perfect."

She walked herself down the aisle to YoYo Ma's "Butterfly's Day Out" and they were married by their original college piano teacher, Kurt Lovelace.

It was a beautiful day, chock full of laughter and love. Everyone loved the "Thank you for coming" video they had created & played at the end of the night where Nic played percussion, Lovelace played piano, Connor played the tuba & Hope sang a song they had written about the awesome day that had just happened.

As people danced and drank and flirted, Nic leaned in close, his lips brushing his new bride's ear. "How badly do you want to stay at this party?" He murmured, smiling at a passing couple. Hope waved to a group of their friends before quietly replying, "Not nearly as badly as I would like for you to take this off of me."

He cleared his throat and stood up, offering her his hand, and with graceful and smiling gestures, the two made their way through the crowd and into the mostly dark building. Nic opened the third door they saw, pulling her inside and kissing her roughly. "Someone could catch us," she breathlessly cautioned, as she bit his lip and her hands flew to undo his trousers. "God, I hope so," he growled, as he hurriedly slid her pants down, followed by moving her new panties to the side. With a groan, he slid into her dripping passage. She clutched at him and moaned, raising her other leg around his hip while he braced her back against the wall. They had done it all together. Fucked, made love, had sex, drained each other physically and emotionally. But now it was something better. Something that said, "There's no fear here." Something that said-

"-You're mine," he groaned, as he drove up and into her again. "Finally," she smiled, her head back in ecstasy.

Her tight, wet pussy began to quiver as she neared orgasm. "Baby," she cried, "I'm gonna cum." There was a sheen of sweat on his brow and upper lip, and he closed his eyes, thrusting harder. His engorged cock was rubbing against her clit and slamming against her g-spot at every move, and she knew it wouldn't take much more before she was a screaming wild-woman. "Harder" she panted, her newly-painted nails digging into his strong shoulders. She felt the warmth begin to spread through her lower abdomen and then it hit her like a truck. She threw back her head and cried out, "FUCK!"

Nic had focused on getting her off first, but he felt like his cock was going to explode if he didn't release. As his wife screamed out her orgasm and her hot, tight pussy began to tighten and flood his cock with new fluids he rammed into her and buried his face in her neck as her pussy milked every drop from his hardworking dick. His eyes rolled back in his head, and after a few minutes of heavy breathing and recovering from bliss, he chuckled quietly to himself. Who needed any pussy but this?