"Do you, Elizabeth Michelle Chancery, take this man, Bruce Fitzpatrick Calahan, to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, to love, honor, and obey, for better or for worse, in sickness and in health, in poverty, as in wealth, for as long as you both shall live?" the priest asked the rather obviously pregnant and mature bride. He personally thought that this wedding was late, by the Church's standards, but better late than never.
"I do," the somewhat amused bride answered, trying to keep a straight face. To have a traditional Catholic wedding for an open marriage of a known skirt-chaser and his bisexual bride was just another example of her new husband's quirkiness.
It had been his idea, after all. He was a rather indifferent Roman Catholic and their marriage had secret sadomasochistic undertones, but she would never defy her lover/boss/Master over something like this. No, defiance was for more serious matters and BDSM scenes when she wanted to be punished. Of course, he was sure to punish her in ways that she didn't intend, but that was part of his role in their D/s relationship.
It was a slight scandal, of course, that the Governor had knocked her up. The major controversy wasn't over his philandering ways: they were too notorious, by now, and people had accepted them on the grounds that he was a single man and free to sleep with whomever he pleased. No, what voters found most shocking was his crossing of professional lines in the age of sexual harassment law by sleeping with his new campaign manager. Feminists were a bit outraged by this fact.
Some Catholics were disturbed by the premarital aspect, but most winked at that situation more than they did at the news that his expecting lover was an avowed atheist and had a history of bisexuality. There was open speculation on whether the Governor and his proudly declared partner would or even could be faithful to each other. Some were worried that there might be threesomes in the Governor's Mansion. Such concerns, of course, underrated the chances of wild sex, in fact. Threesomes would be the tamest sort of behavior going on between the sheets of the executive marriage bed. If the people knew that their new First Lady liked to be dominated, bound, and punished, they might not have voted to re-elect her new husband.
Then again, maybe nothing could have saved Calahan's opponent from the real scandal that fall. After initial spikes in the polls driven by his ads attacking Calahan's character for his history of lechery, State Attorney General Mark Duncan was caught with his own pants down, and he was supposed to be happily married. What was worse was the fact that the girl was a prostitute and they were arrested in a police vice sting.
Between his hypocrisy and the contrast with Calahan's bachelor status (which made the latter's behavior seem, if religiously immoral to some God-fearing voters, at least not hurtful to anyone), Duncan's "family values" surge was over in a few days. He ended up avoiding jail-time, but pleading guilty to a misdemeanor and paying a fine. Too late in the campaign to find a new candidate, his party was screwed.
His wife divorced him too, and got custody of their 6 kids. He finished his term as Attorney General, but had to retire from politics afterward and become a defense attorney, though ironically, that actually made him more money. Of course, due to alimony and child support for six children, he needed the cash. He was also lucky to escape disbarment.
The wedding soon after the election was also a jolt. It suggested that the Governor wanted to make sure that his marital choices were not going to be based on politics. He wanted to do this for himself and his new companion, not to appease the electorate.
It made it clear that, however much a libertine and a free-spirited woman the couple might be, they were very much in love. This made even their detractors acknowledge that they might not be sinister, no matter how unconventional and eccentric they were. This was not a cynical ploy for votes; it was just a way for the Governor to declare his love for the mother of his child.
"Do you, Bruce Fitzpatrick Calahan, take this woman, Elizabeth Michelle Chancery, to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, to love, cherish, and protect, for better or for worse, in sickness and in health, in poverty, as in wealth, for as long as you both shall live?"
"I do," the Governor's baritone voice answered.
"Then, by the power vested in me by the Commonwealth of Massachusetts, and by our Holy Mother Church, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride," Father Thomas Killian declared, still a bit nervous about performing a sacrament for a man who had previously avoided partaking of it.
Then again, poor Catholic or not, he was qualified to wed in the Church: he had not divorced, after all. Furthermore, to Killian's mind, it was a good sign that he wanted a Catholic wedding mass, instead of a civil marriage.
The Honorable Bruce Fitzpatrick Calahan, recently re-elected Governor of the Commonwealth of Massachusetts, was quite eager to kiss his bride, of course. He gave her a lip lock that caused the priest and every bridesmaid to blush, despite the fact that two of the bridesmaids had sometimes fucked the bride. It was that intense and salacious of a kiss, with more than a little tongue for his pregnant, newlywed wife.
As they headed to the reception, after the Mass, Governor Calahan asked his wife in a low voice, "Have you always been this hot, or is that the pregnancy glow? I may have to knock you up again when I get the chance."
"Well, of course. You're Catholic. It wouldn't be right to fuck as much as I intend to do with you, without having a few more rugrats as a result. After all, I won't be able to manage any campaigns anytime soon. It would be a bit difficult as First Lady. Mind you, I don't want to manage any campaigns but yours in the future. I'm totally loyal. I plan to be First Lady of the United States in time, my love.
"Of course, with all of these pregnancies, my pussy will be sore between deliveries. Guess you'll just have to make do with the bridesmaids. Well, at least in the pussy. A proper slave should make sure that at least two of her bridesmaids are hot sluts who want to jump her Master's bones, just as they have jumped hers in the past.
"That's Kara and Dana for you. It's only considerate for a pregnant bride to have her reinforcements lined up to satisfy her newlywed husband while her cunt heals, don't you think? Then again, I'm selfish enough to want a reunion with them myself. It wouldn't be fair to not reward me by letting me get back in touch with my girlfriends," Liz whispered teasingly to her new spouse.
