Wedding

Chapter 8 -- Wedding

The year between our engagement and the wedding went fast. Life picked up the pace considerably, and I began to regret not just eloping. Wedding planning, my flights, her flights, my kids, her parents, more wedding planning, looking for a new condo. Everything was a blur, and I immediately felt my age. Jane dove into it head first, and within four months she had everything fairly well planned. She was a hell of a planner. The one thing she refused to allow me to know about was her dress. "Jane's we're in our forties, I think we can dispense with the tradition" was my contribution.

"No way in hell, I'm going to shock the shit out of you" said Jane, huge grin on her face. Man, I love her.

It was a Monday in February when I got the call to go in for a meeting at work. Jane was on a west coast trip, and I had just gotten back from mine. I trudged over to the crew base office, and realized that the senior pilot, head of the office, and two members of HR were present for the meeting. Uh oh.

"We'd like to talk to you about your relationship to Janine Majewski" said the head of the office. "Sure" a million thoughts were going through my mind "uh, is there an issue?"

From the speaker phone, I heard on the other line, in a cheery voice "Hi Tom." It was Jane. Holy hell I wished she was here right now. She sounded happier than I would have expected.

HR chimed in "We believe there may be some improprieties with the situation, and want to clear the air."

Fuck.

"Should I have my union rep here?" was my next question, and Paul chimed in from the phone as well.

"I'm here Tom, I've actually been asked to represent both you and Jane." Damn, Paul was good, no wonder the flight attendants had asked for him as well. HR asked Jane a series of standard questions, Paul intercepting a few of them. The basic question was whether or not this relationship was involving favors for Jane, and whether or not it was over legal immigration statuses. We both answered truthfully.

Eventually, the head of the office put it out there "The end result is that we can't allow the both of you to be on the same flights anymore, because of the rules about fraternization. We'll allow you to keep your relationship status" I felt my face flush red "and your jobs, but these are the conditions."

Paul, praise be to him, vocalized in a professional manner that this was a completely unacceptable response to the situation. After two hours of arguing, the meeting broke up, to be resolved the next day. On the drive back home, I realized that I hadn't heard Jane talk the entire last couple hours. I rolled around the phrase 'allow you to keep your relationship status' in my brain. Fuck Pan Am. I was still angry when I pulled into the condo complex.

I was woken by the phone at 9am the next morning, just as my alarm would have gone off. It was the office. "I was just calling to inform you that the issue has been resolved" was all HR would offer to me. Well, at least that's over.

20 minutes later, I heard the jingle of keys, and the front door open. It was Jane. "Tom" said Jane, a sheepish grin on her face "You're looking at a retired woman."

My mouth dropped open. "I was always under the impression that I was going to be the kept boy, not you the kept girl." Jane just laughed. I carried the newly retired woman to the bedroom, where she shed her flight attendant's uniform, and we made love until noon. As we lay there, me tracing lines around her chest, her laughing and tickling me, we talked about what this meant for us. I was going to keep flying, provided Pan Am still approved of our relationship status. Jane gave me a 'calm down, dear' look when I mentioned it, and I calmed down. I flicked one of her nipples. When she recovered, she tackled me and we fell off the bed. Part of me didn't want to keep flying, but we I figured we needed the money.

Jane would shortly after get a part-time job working at a clothing store in our town. Jane, as I had said, was great at fashion. Jane was great at everything she did. She loved the job, and it gave her something to do when I was out of town.

Between February and October, the wedding planning took over Jane's life. We had a caterer, band, church, reception hall, cake...I lost track eventually. At one point, I just started to get a glazed-over look in my eyes when the topic of wedding planning came up. The next time Jane mentioned doing wedding planning together, I came down from the office to where she was doing the planning in the dining room, and Jane was completely naked. "I figured that this would be the only way to get you to pay attention to wedding planning" she was grinning. It was one of Jane's few poor decisions, because no matter how much she said no to sex until we had made progress, I couldn't pay attention to anything except her body. Jane finally, laughing, got up and sat in my lap. "Okay, this didn't work, but please, please try to concentrate on the planning." We went up to bed, and ended up finding out that we did great at wedding planning in the bedroom, post sex.

Finally, the weekend of the wedding, and everyone was in town. I had chosen my son Josh to be my best man, and he had taken some time from school to be there. Rory and Ray made up the rest of the groom's side. Sarah would be in the bridal party, but Jane's matron of honor was Shawna, her best friend from college who I only met that weekend. She let me in on a lot of great 'Jane in college' stories, but the most shocking of them were that she held a 4.0 GPA at graduation (I was a mediocre student myself), and that she had been what passed for an all-Canadian selection for women's' rugby her final year at McGill. Jane just blushed at the entire proceedings. As we left the rehearsal dinner, Jane heading to the bridal suite at a hotel, Shawna clued me in on something. "She hasn't looked this happy in years, Tom" Shawna said, continuing "I wish she had met you instead of Robert all those years ago." I found out that Jane had met him shortly after graduation, and he had steered her into doing something that was more appropriate for the wife of a high-powered lawyer, instead of doctor. Jane had been pre-med, and was planning on becoming an orthopedic surgeon...before Robert. My heart sank.

The rehearsal dinner flew by. My parents came in for the event, having only met Jane a few weeks before the wedding when they came up from Florida. They were happy for the both of us, even if my mom seemed worried about me. Her parents, who I had grown to know fairly well, beamed with happiness. I could sense that her dad wanted to thank me. Jane was mostly a spitting image of her mother, and if it was any indication, aging would be kind to Jane. Jane's brother Peter had arrived as well, and he was a bit of a shock; intelligence ran in the family, himself being an engineer at a design firm in Toronto. He arrived with his husband, something that Jane hadn't given me a heads up about, who just so happened to be a Colonel in the Royal Canadian Air Force. I hit it off with both of them, and his husband, Jerome, had even spent an exchange tour recently flying the Growler with an Australian squadron.

The wedding day was the next day. Pictures were held separately, so that I couldn't see Jane. My daughter looked amazing in her bridesmaid's dress (I was secretly dreading the day she'd be in the white dress). We spent a good two hours getting every conceivable angle and shot, and I was ushered off so Jane could make her appearance. Eventually, it was time for the ceremony, and I stood up there, waiting, watching the procession of bridesmaids. Shawna was full on ugly crying, but the smile on her face at least made me realize it was happiness. Then 'Here Comes the Bride' played, and time stopped. Her dad stood there, holding her arm. Next to him, there was Jane, soon to be my wife. She was radiant, to the point that the lights in the church could have been off, and we still would have been too illuminated. Jane had her hair done up, mixed in with her little veil. She again had just the perfect amount of makeup, easily the least of any of the bridesmaids, but as always perfectly applied. Her dress was pure white, strapless...and wow. It didn't expose anything but a tiny sliver of cleavage, and didn't expose the full curvature of her bosom, but it was more revealing of her curves than anything I had really seen her wear in front of a large group. The walk up the aisle seemed to take forever, and after her dad gave her away, she stood in front of me. Jane was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Her eyes were brighter than I had ever seen them, but developing a small sheen of glassiness that indicated that she was tearing up a bit. She smiled huge, her perfect teeth showing. I barely heard the preacher, and as we said our vows, I couldn't believe that this was the woman I'd spend the rest of my life with. I paid as little attention to the ceremony as I could, focusing on Jane. Eventually, the preacher said that I could kiss the bride, and we kissed.

Everything from there was a standard wedding. The pictures after, the drive over to the reception, the dinner, the cake, and then we went our separate ways to mingle. Many of my former squadron mates were there, as were lot of Jane's rugby teammates from college. I had spent about half an hour talking, when I looked up. I could see Jane across the room, still glowing brightly, smiling, holding her glass of wine. I loved every minute of this. The first dance was magical; I barely heard the song, we just spent the whole time smiling, looking into each other's eyes.

Josh caught the garter. Sarah caught the bouquet. I suspected foul play, but Jane, smile taking up her entire face, just sort of shrugged. Eventually, the party wound down, and Jane and I found ourselves sitting on a bench in a little garden in the back of the reception building. "Tom, I don't want this to ever end" said Jane.

"For richer or poorer, in sickness and in health " I joked, but she just lay her head on my shoulder.

"I was talking about tonight, but yeah." I could feel her love for me, sitting next to me on the bench. I'd find out later that Sarah had managed to get a picture from behind us that moment, and it would be the picture we had on our living room wall of our wedding.

The squadron mates had painted my car into the various colors of the squadrons I had been in (Jerome painting an RCAF logo), and Jane and I were off for the hotel, then the next morning for our flight to Athens. Jane had begun removing her veil and headpiece, and was organizing her things for going up to our room. We walked in to the four-star hotel I'd booked, and the staff took our luggage up to our room. Jane and I checked in at the desk, then rode the elevator up to our room, making out like teenagers when we had alone time. I picked her up and carried her into the room. We kissed, for a long time, before Jane pulled away and walked into the bathroom, looking at me over her shoulder as she entered and then closed the door.

I began getting out of my tuxedo, and waiting. I didn't have to wait long. The bathroom door opened, and there stood Jane. She was wearing bridal lingerie; white high heel sandals, white stockings, white garter belt holding them up, a white, lacy thong, and on top, a tight white lingerie piece that, instead of hiding her bust, supported and accentuated it. She looked like something out of a movie, the ideal of how a wedding night would be.

"What do you think?" asked Jane, smiling seductively.

"Wow, Jane" was all I could muster, and she threw her head back in laughter, before moving over to me. We kissed, deeply, our tongues meeting, her thick, soft lips pressing into my own. Eventually she broke away, and then took me by the hand to the bed. As she pulled me down with her, she began to unbuckle my belt and pull off my pants. I took my tuxedo shirt off, and stripped off the under shirt as well, as she pulled off my boxers. While she was distracted, I quietly slid a hand down the front of her lingerie, which she reacted to by grabbing my cock.

I pulled my hand away in mock surrender, and looking at me, she began kissing the tip of my penis, and stroking her hand up and down the shaft very slowly. I lay my head back, incredibly relaxed by this, and she suddenly took me inside of her completely. I'm average size, but Jane had taken every inch of me into her mouth. I looked up, and she was looking into my eyes, almost daring me to cum. "Oh my god Jane" I could barely think "ohhhhhh" was all I could muster, and threw myself back against the bed. She released me, but began moving up and down with her mouth, stroking a little as she went, and varying the pressure with her lips. I wasn't going to be able to hold out much longer. "Jane, I don't want" I wasn't going to be able to hold back "not yet."

I could see Jane kind of smile, and push herself onto me one more time, taking me fully inside of her mouth one last time before quickly pulling off. "Oh for the love of god" I trailed off, and realized that Jane was kneeling upright, and was actually unhooking the back of her lingerie top.

"Would you be a gentleman?" she asked seductively, the paused "no wait, here we go" and her top popped off of her, revealing her immense, amazing breasts. "Do you like what you see" she said, still in full seduction mode. I could only nod, and she unhooked her garter belt, and shed her thong. I lifted up, but she tried to push me down "I don't need your help with that, I'm more than ready."

"No, Jane, you don't understand, I'll be done in a minute if I get inside you now." Jane squealed with laughter at this, and pulled me down onto the bed with her, kissing me passionately. I had to pull away to clear a stray pube of my own off my face, to which she laughed more.

"You really liked that, didn't you? I've been practicing" she said, but was talking to the top of my head by then, and I was burying my face between her legs. "Oh Tom waaaaiiitt" and she had a brief orgasm, followed by a second, and then a third as I was down there. I pressed my tongue up and down and around her opening, gently flicking her clitoris now and then, and causing a series of increasingly strong orgasms from her, before she finally had a release, and my face was soaked.

"Oh my god Tom" she looked genuinely embarrassed "oh no, I'm sorry" was all Jane could say. It happens. I went to the bathroom to wipe up a bit, and returned to her still laying on the bed, trying to be seductive but looking embarrassed. "Tom, I'm so sor-" but I cut her off by jumping on the bed and kissing her.

"All's fair in love, I guess" I said, pulling way, and moving myself on top of her. She immediately wrapped her thick legs around me, and pulled me inside of her by sheer force. As she did this, we looked into each other's eyes, and I slowly, rhythmically, pumped my cock in and out of her pussy. She moaned a little, but was smiling, and using her legs to control the speed a bit. We went slowly, and time passed, just us two locked together, until I could feel the stirrings of a release. "Jane" I said, pausing "I'm going to soon."

Jane bit her lip a little, pulled me into a kiss, then whispered "Do it, I'm ready." I kept the speed steady, but Jane tightened her legs against me, and I felt the wave coming on, and then the release as I filled her with my semen. "Ohhh Tommmm" was a long, drawn out moan from her, and I could feel the wetness from her as well, as she shivered with delight. I finally collapsed, completely wiped out, laying my head on the perfect pillows that were here breasts. She stroked her hand through my hair, seemingly enjoying this moment. We didn't move for at least 15 minutes, and even after that just lay where we were and talked. I could hear her heartbeat clearly, and loved where my head was.

We talked about everything, the night, how amazing she looked (I felt her warm up with pride at that), our friends, her family, mine...and then Jane surprised me by pressing her boobs together, smothering me a bit. I pulled off, surprised, and Jane just laughed "I always wanted to see what your reaction would be to that." There was that devilish little smile.

"Jane, that makes me want to go again, as in right now.

I looked at the clock, and it was after 3. We'd gotten to the hotel a bit after midnight. We could sleep on the flight. We had sex from then until the time the alarm went off at 8. Despite our year plus together, it was the most passionate night of my entire life.