"We already have reservations. I don't know if I can extend them."
She smiled. "What if I told you that you wouldn't need to. All you'd have to do is spend an extra day, no cost to you or Betsy. Everything would be taken care of."
"And in exchange, we what? Spend some quality time with you and Dean?"
She smiled. "Right to the heart of the matter. Yes, quality time with Dean and me, together, the four of us."
"On our honeymoon?"
"It's away, out of town. No one would know, except us. And technically, your honeymoon is already over at that point. Come on. You know you want to. You know you want to fuck me out in the open again. You want to play with my body and make me come all over you like you did that first time. All you have to do is say yes."
I shook my head. "No. Maybe down the road, but not this trip. I want to focus on Betsy. We're trying to make a baby and I don't want another Mandy. No, Rose, I can't. I'm sorry."
She nodded, "I understand. But I wanted to try. It was perfect. We could have done whatever we wanted right out in the open and who would have known? No one knows us there. We could rent a suite and have all the fun we wanted. But I can understand wanting to focus on her."
I reached out for her hand. She looked sad. "After we get back, in a month or two, maybe we can work something out. Once we know that Betsy is pregnant and we don't have to worry any more. Okay?"
She chuckled softly. "Somehow, when you put it like that, it's okay. Yeah. Dean's birthday is in a week. We'll see what the strip show does for us."
"You might think about letting those other girls have their way with him, after you do it for him. But if you do, I'd go first instead of last." She smiled at the comment and I nodded and then got up and left without eating. I grabbed a hamburger at McDonalds on the way back to work.
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I had no idea a wedding could be so traumatic! Betsy and mom had both been worn to a frazzle, in the last two weeks before the ceremony. We only had a few attendants. Katie as Matron of Honor and Tina, who had become Betsy's second 'most-best friend.' I only had Chris as my best man. We had hired the same photographer that did Katie's wedding, and planned a 'small' reception of only about two hundred guests, to be held at the country club.
Betsy and I had bought a house, but she had yet to stay there. Though I was staying there, the last week before the wedding, getting things ready for her to move in on our wedding night; and as she put it, getting ready for the best night of sex of our lives.
Chris came over the morning of the wedding and we hung out all morning and until just after lunch. As with his wedding, we had lots of time to kill, but in our case, we spent it putting the final touches on the house and master bedroom. We had the honeymoon planned, but we'd be spending the first couple days here, until it was time to leave.
"You ready for this?" Chris asked as we stood at the front of the church, waiting for the girls to come down the aisle. "You can still run you know!"
"Yeah, right. Where could I ever hide that she wouldn't find me?" I joked with him. "No, I'll stay and take it."
He laughed and patted me on the back. "Good luck buddy." He added as we watched Tina make her way down the aisle in a stunning strapless, light blue, floor length gown.
"Trust me, I'm looking forward to this more than anything else I've ever done." I answered, as his wife made her way down the aisle in an equally stunning gown. She might be pregnant, but the flow of the lacy light blue dress over her big round belly didn't detract from how she looked. The last time Tina and her husband were over to play, she teased that none of them would be wearing anything under their dresses, just so they could tease me.
"Now I have a new thing to look forward to." Chris said, grinning toward his wife, whose belly was clearly bulging the elegant lace gown out. I'd seen her belly growing for months now, and knew exactly what she looked like, naked and pregnant. I was actually looking forward to experiencing the same thing with Betsy. Feeling the life growing inside her, sharing in a way that only a man and wife could.
I stood and looked up the aisle, waiting. Finally, I saw her! God she looked incredible! The white lace dress hugged her ample curves, from the top of her breasts down to her waist, where it flowed out in a wide lace skirt that touched the floor as she stood waiting to start. My mom, looking equally beautiful, but in a different way, in the formal, powder blue dress, hooked arms with Becky. Mom began to lead her down the aisle, Betsy no longer having a father to do the honors. I watched them come down the aisle, step by step, each step halting slightly before the next. It was intended to tease me, to make me want her more, but nothing could make my desire for her grow stronger. The two of us were coupled though events and emotions so strong that nothing could ever separate us.
I finally stepped to meet her and helped her up, onto the single step, in front of the preacher. Mom taking her place in the first pew, behind us.
The preacher nodded to us and began. I barely heard his words until he came to the place in the service that asked me to repeat our vows. The two of us has agreed on a set of personally written vows that made sense to us, but in the end we both agreed, "until death do us part."
The reception line seemed to never end. I was hugged, kissed and even groped on a few occasions, by so many people that I lost track. They were all friends or close acquaintances of ours. Principal Johnson was there, and was one of the ladies that gave me a little squeeze down there when she hugged me, as had Katie's mom, our neighbor, and all the girls from at work. One face that wasn't there was Mandy. I knew Betsy had asked her not to come, but she didn't know that I knew and I wasn't going to let her know. It just would have made things awkward. Rose, her mom, was there though. She was another of the women that took the time to grope my crotch as she hugged me, though in her case it was a very long grope, and not very subtle, even trying to worm her hand down into my pants, something I was VERY sure her husband hadn't missed. I was also VERY sure that it was intentionally aimed at him.
Pictures in the church took almost an hour, surprising, considering that Betsy's sisters hadn't bothered to come, so the only family we had there was my mom. Even my dad didn't show up, though I suspect that mom managed to intercept the invitation that was headed to him. With the church pictures done, we headed out to the limo I'd rented, and off to take pictures at other places. The weather was dreary, a light cold drizzle falling intermittently. The photographer found a number of places for us to take outside pictures, all of which were done fairly quickly before we returned to the limo to warm up. It was downright chilly outside, at only forty-five degrees, but that didn't stop Betsy from getting her first fuck picture like Katie had.
The photographer, Jeanie, had Betsy sitting on the end of a picnic table under a pavilion at the park, her dress pulled all the way up to her waist, and the top of her dress pulled down to expose her fantastic tits, while I stood between her lifted legs, pumping my cock in and out of her, until I came deep inside her, filling her for the first time in months, with my cum. She got closeups of my dick pumping in and out of my new wife, and eventually, my cum, oozing out of her pussy. I was quite sure that there would be plenty of opportunities for more comfortable sex in the coming night, but this was something Betsy wanted, a permanent remembrance of our first married sex. Hopefully, she would have a really good reminder in about nine months.
With the private pictures done, we headed back twoard the reception, Betsy and I hanging all over each other, while Chris was left to entertain Jeanie, his pregnant wife and Tracy in the limo. Tracy was accustomed to having sex with Chris from the months of play we had all done together, and separately, and he soon ended up laying on one of the long bench seats in the back of the car, with his wife sitting on his face and Tracy, now naked, bouncing wildly on his cock.
"You're not going to leave Jeanie to watch and not get any relief, are you?" Betsy whispered to me as we cuddled, with both of us still half naked.
"What do you expect me do to? Have sex with her like last time? On our wedding day?" I asked, a little surprised she would suggest it.
"Of course not. I want all your cum in me, but that doesn't mean that you can't help her out a little. I mean, look at her. She's damn near ready to throw her clothes off and join them. Why don't you just help her out."
"I don't know that I will ever understand what it is you find so exciting about watching me have sex with other women." I whispered.
"I kind of got used it. Then you came along and, well, I didn't mind, and you enjoyed it, so why change it?"
"You like seeing me have sex with other women?" I asked
"This isn't the discussion for today lover. Let's just have fun and enjoy what we do." She whispered before kissing me softly on the lips. "Now go over there and help her out."
"Yes ma'am." I chuckled. I pushed away from her and moved to the seat where Jeanie was watching Tracy bounce on Chris, her hand pressing her slacks between her legs. "My wife says that if you take off your pants that I can help you out."
"She did?"
"Uh huh. I think I can make you feel pretty good before we get there, but only if we hurry a little."
She looked over at Betsy and then back at me. She grinned and set her camera aside and quickly pushed her slacks and underwear down. I helped her pull them off her legs and then she lay back on the bench seat she was sitting on and spread her legs wide for me. I leaned my face down between her legs and gently kissed the soft inner lips compressed tightly to her outer lips by her panties. I let my tongue stroke them gently, teasing them away from her outer lips and letting them spread and move until I could easily lick deeply between them.
"Ohhhh damn, yes!" She moaned softly as my tongue dug deep between her lips and found her clit. I grinned to myself, always enjoying the sound of a woman, when I hit a good spot. I continued to lick and tease her pussy, licking up and down her slit, finding her hard little clit and flicking the tip over it.
I felt a hand on my dick and felt Betsy's tits press against me as she leaned her face between Jeanie's thighs to kiss my cheek. "Someone has a hardon." She whispered. "Don't you think she'd rather feel that than your tongue?" I pulled my face from Jeanie's pussy and looked at Betsy. "Go ahead. But when you're ready to come, give it to me. I'll be all spread and waiting for it."
