With announcements having been made, it was time to get things organized. The more Audrey and I talked about it, the more we felt being married the day before Ella, was not a good idea. It would steal some the glory from their day, it was not our first marriage, to a degree ours was more a formality. She and I kicked around the idea of being wed on the 4th, reaching the conclusion that's what we would do. We called all the kids and told them of our change in plans, it was far enough ahead that it didn't pose a problem for anyone.
While my hours were whittled away at work Audrey was diligently getting everything in place for our wedding and a small reception at her house. Our ceremony would be at three thirty in the afternoon, that way the boys would be able to start milking by 4:30, and all the families would be at Audrey's by 7 for a small reception/celebration. The 4th was a Saturday so my two kids who had to travel could spend the night and travel home Sunday.
She arranged for a justice of the peace to be at her place on the fourth, we decided on a menu, ordered extra food and waited. The remainder of January seemed to be in slow motion. Audrey and I were alternating between houses, each having nearly as many clothes at the others as we had at home. Brenda and Vinnie were getting along famously, when Brenda told us she was going to be moving in with Vinnie the end of February, we decided Audrey would move in with me instead of the other way around as previously planned.
She saw no reason for me to live four miles further away, adding to the fuel bill as well as wear and tear on our vehicles. Laying in bed one evening she confided she was ready to stop going to the barn every day. It was something that kept her day busy and helped her stay closer to Henry's memory, being my wife, she wouldn't need that anymore. She wanted to be a housewife, something she had always wanted to do, but didn't because there was always something that needed attending to on the farm.
She would stay in contact daily and go to the farm weekly, but no more milking, no more five o'clock mornings and seven o'clock or later nights.
I got used to tiny little panties and sexy bras in the laundry basket once again. To makeup and hair stuff taking over the vanity, once again having my little space by the righthand sink. I was slowly getting used to panties and bras on drying racks as I passed through the laundry room into the kitchen. Sometimes I'd stop and rub my hands over them thinking of what they would possess later when dry. Whenever Audrey would see me do that she'd smile and call me a dirty little boy. I would pull her in tight for a knee wobbling kiss with my hand behind her head while cupping her pussy with the other. Not once did she object.
Our sex life had become less frantic than in the beginning. More making love and slow tender times than down and dirty pound the hell out of the other's body kind of sex. Don't misunderstand, there were times we didn't bother with foreplay at all, just get our clothes off and fuck. At times we didn't even succeed at the clothes off part, it was more like pull our pants to our knees, bend her over something and bury it to my balls. Or me on a chair with my dick sticking up her cunt as she sat on me in a dress. Not being an every day occurrence made them fun and exciting when it did happen.
On a busy Friday we had been forced to park at the rear unlit portion of the parking lot. As I was opening the door for her to go home she looked at me and said, "cock." Not, make love to me, let's fool around here, or anything like that. By the time I rounded the truck and was climbing in she had raised her dress, took off her panties and demanded, "cock." I managed to get myself over into her seat, it's true, where there's a will there's a way. With my pants around my ankles she lowered that wet steamy cunt onto my dick all the way to her tiny ass touching my groin in one slow single stroke. As her cunt touched my groin we both groaned, the initial pleasure of having my dick inside her velvety sheath was a feeling both of us loved. After moments she began lifting and dropping, my cock was wet with her juices, I could feel them trickle slightly on my scrotum. I had my hands under her thighs helping, her arms squeezed tight around my neck, breathing heavily in my ear. She was whispering little love things in my ear.
"Bucky, I love your cock. Fill me with your seed Buck. Show my pussy who she belongs to. Splash my cervix with your sperm Bucky."
We were in a steady rhythm and headed for our climax. The windows were steamed, we were breathing hard, our clothes sweaty and then it hit. One of those times when we both exploded at the same time, what all lovers desire but don't always achieve. She squeezed even tighter and thrust her hips into me as I jabbed my dick in her as far as possible, squirting and coating her vagina with semen. As we sat there sated and worn out we heard a metallic tap on the driver side window.
"Hey doc, you okay? Officer Todd here."
I lowered the window an inch and said we were fine. He smiled and told us there were better places for such activity than the VFW parking lot. As he drove away we snickered, laughed, and carried on to another small orgasm. While putting ourselves back together I moved the control to straight defrost so the windows would clear. Pulling out we saw the squad at the entrance, I stopped, wished him a good evening and started to pull away when we heard him say.
"You too doc & Audrey, heard you were gettin hitched. Congratulations. It's nice when you find another late in life."
He would know. His city wife hated the country along with the small size of Richland Center and had divorced him a dozen or so years ago. He and the local school librarian, a 44 year old spinster hit it off and tied the knot two years ago. We waved and drove toward home. Audrey mentioned that in 9 days I'd be making love to a married woman. I told her I liked screwing married women, for which I received a well deserved punch in the shoulder as she told me.
"The only married woman you're gonna be screwing is me Bucky boy, and often I might add."
We jumped in the shower as soon as we got home. In the truck she'd put her panties back on which had been a futile attempt to stop the flow. Her panties were soaked, her dress was wet, we were both a mess. My underwear was coated with a mixture of our cum and starting to dry, I felt gooey and sticky where it wasn't drying. She tossed our cum soaked clothes in the washer, we walked to the bedroom naked and entered our nice hot shower. That shower was one of the things Sheila had insisted upon for our attached bath. It was three and a half feet wide by five feet long with two shower heads and a tiled seat on one end.
Toward the end of Sheila's life standing became more and more difficult, I installed grab bars on all three walls for safety and support. Audrey and I now used them to hang onto for sex. She especially liked the one beneath the shower head, she would hold on with the water beating on her as I plunged my dick into her cavern of lust. Considering we'd made love in the truck less than an hour earlier I was surprised when she got my dick back up and ready to go again. She didn't want it bent over though, she sat on the bench and pulled my dick to her mouth. Standing and watching her soft pursed lips slide up and down my shaft was such a turn on. She behaved as though she was really enjoying herself, softly moaning, humming and pulling off with an occasional "Cum for me baby."
