Two weeks before our wedding. I picked up the rings, simple gold bands. We had found, miraculously, both a Rabbi and an Imam to officiate. We'd have elements of both ceremonies, including for me the chuppah (canopy) and I'd break the glass, two important parts of the Jewish ceremony. Instead of sipping wine from the chalice, we'd be sipping grape juice as an accommodation for Darejani and the Imam. I went on a Friday night with my ushers and best man (Gavin again) to get a final fitting for our tuxes. Even Mehdi came along. He was doing a little better, still coming to terms with whom he was but he stopped hanging out with that crowd he used to be mixed up with. In the meantime, Dar had picked up her gown and kept it at her mother's house her bridesmaids had their dresses, as well as her Maid of Honor (her cousin Mahtab). Everything was coming together. It was getting real.
We picked out a song for our first dance together, My Love by Paul McCartney. Mahtab had thrown a bridal shower a week before, and we got a number of nice gifts from the practical to fun things to beautiful decorative items. We had no room for many of them in our apartment, and her mother would have to store them until we bought a house, something we'd start to do over the summer. Life was a whirlwind.
And I had found a new job. After we got back from our honeymoon, I'd be going to work for a political party office (I won't say which). The money was excellent, a significant raise, but the one down side was there would be traveling, at least once a month for three to five days, which meant time away from my love. After a long talk with Dar, we decided I had to take the job. It was too good an opportunity to pass up. Dar convinced me by saying "Think of how much fun we'll have when you come home to me each time. We won't leave the house for days!"
"That is a good point. Do you want to practice now?" I said with a big, lusty kiss.
"I thought we were experts by now" she whispered in my ear, with a little lick that thrilled me to my core. We proved just how expert we were right there on the living room floor.
Now a week before, Friday night, was my bachelor party and Dar was getting together with her girlfriends to do I had no idea what.
As we were getting dressed to go out Dar was quiet. "Ok, do you want to tel me what's on your mind?" I asked. "Although I bet I have a good idea."
"Ok, so tell me, what am I thinking about?"
"Are you worried there are going to be hookers or strippers at my party?"
She looked at me while putting her earrings in. "Strippers I can deal with. I know you boys have to have your fun. If there are prostitutes, however..."
I cut her off right there. "I told Gavin and Kevin, no prostitutes. Absolutely. I wouldn't touch one under any circumstances. Strippers I was kind of neutral about. I don't need it but some of the others might want it. So I don't know if there will be strippers or not. As far as I know, we're going to Brooklyn for dinner at Peter Lugers, and no idea what else. Whatever happens, I promise you, I will never, ever have sex with any other woman. Not tonight, not ever. Look at me" I said, taking her beautiful face gently in my hand. "Never. I promise."
"I know you won't, Mickey. I'm just being insecure. I trust you with all my heart. I don't even have any idea what the girls have planned for me."
"Well, I just want you to have fun. Go a little wild. Not too wild, though" I said with a chuckle in my voice. I wasn't at all worried about Dar doing something she'd regret.
We hugged each other, and her insecurity melted away. Her friends arrived to pick her up first. "Have fun, my love. We'll see each other later tonight. Much later, I think." We shared a loving couple of kisses and Dar left to meet her bridal party.
Me and my friends and two of my cousins had a great dinner. If you've never heard of Peter Lugers, it's the ultimate steak house. Big, thick porterhouse steaks, sides of German fried potatoes, creamed spinach and asparagus. Appetizers of tomatoes and onions and shrimp cocktails. Four bottles of wine. Apple strudel for dessert. We left feeling like our pants no longer fit.
Of course, from there we went to a strip club. More drinks while scantily clad women took off what little clothing they had on. Women with big tits and not so big tits. Long legs, great asses. And yet, I wanted no one besides Dar. It was fun to look at, but I had no interest in anything more, even when the guys found one girl who was willing to take me to the back and give me a blowjob.
"Guys, thanks but no thanks. I'm not cheating on Dar. If any of you want to, I promise, your secrets are safe with me. But not for me." I disappointed a couple of the guys, but most understood. Two of them, I'll never say which ones, took advantage of the opportunity (for a fee, of course).
By the time we left it was almost 2AM. I was moderately drunk, stuffed to the gills, and tired. Time to head home. We got a few cabs, hugged and shook hands, and we all headed to our homes.
When I got in, I was surprised that Dar wasn't home yet. Well, one of us had to be first. So I got changed into a t-shirt and shorts, brushed and washed up and turned on the tv in the living room and waited for Dar to come home.
I must have fallen asleep there, because the next thing I knew, it was a quarter to 4 and Dar was shaking me awake. "I'm home, my beautiful man. Sorry I'm so late" she said in a shaky voice and a smile on her face.
"Dar? Wow you're home late."
"I am, aren't I" she said giggling.
"Honey, are you drunk? You never drink."
"I am a little drunk. Well, maybe more than a little. And I'm more than a little horny. Are you up to doing something about it? My big, strong, sexy man." She giggled again. Seeing her like this was a shock to the system.
"How much did you drink?"
