WARNING: This is an adult story, containing sensitive material of a sexual nature, including graphic descriptions of consensual “vanilla” sex within marriage. If you find such material offensive or are underage, do not read further, but please bypass this story for one more suitable for you.
This story is written for enjoyment and entertainment purposes only. And also because I felt Angela should have a more satisfactory experience than she had in Part 1.
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The couple in this story (they are married and obviously both of legal age) used birth control measures.
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Prolog:
After their wedding, a bride and groom, both virgins, retreat to their honeymoon cabin and consummate their marriage. Nervous, lacking control and finesse, he takes her virginity quickly, leaving her only the satisfaction that she has pleased her husband.
To alleviate her worries, the groom reassures his wife that her small breasts are ‘large enough for him’, and that he finds her narrow hips ‘incredibly sexy!”
Chapter 4 – in the kitchen
He had said her breasts were big enough for him, and that her hips were ‘sexy’. She didn’t know how that could be true, but if he said it, she had to believe him.
Now that she had experienced sex, Angela wanted to try it again. She wondered if Jerome would say more of the wonderful things he had said. She was thankful that he was holding her close. It made her feel important, wanted, loved.
There
is
life after the wedding, Angela concluded to herself. Let life begin!
Jerome rubbed his chin over the top of her head as she snuggled against his chest.
“Steve said he had prepared an ice bucket on the table with some sparkling cider.”
”Sparkling cider?” Angela asked.
“Steve says it the closest thing to non-alcoholic champagne that’s available,” Jerome answered. Neither he nor Angela drank alcoholic beverages. “I’d like to drink a toast to my new bride! Shall I get some?”
“I’ll come with you. But will you bring me my bathrobe? It’s in my overnight case.”
Angela admired her naked husband as he moved from the bed to his bag and got out a Black Watch Tartan bathrobe, which he cinched around this waist. She also saw him take a small package, which he slipped into his pocket. He went to her bag, but hesitated and looked at her.
“It’s all right. You may open my bag. I have no secrets from you. “
He opened bag and found a white terrycloth robe, which he brought to Angela.
Hand-in-hand, they walked to the kitchen. Jerome found and opened the cider bottle. The pop sounded like a champagne bottle opening. Retrieving the cork, Jerome showed it to Angela pointing out that there was a coat-of-arms inscribed on the inside of the cork. The cork had swollen around the coat-of-arms. Jerome explained that wine manufacturers keep the wine bottles lying on their side. The inside of the cork soaks up some wine and expands, completing the seal of the bottle. When the cork is removed, it is impossible to insert the cork again with the coat-of-arms on the inside. This prevents an unscrupulous wine merchant from opening a bottle and adulterating its contents.
Jerome poured two glasses of cider. They sat in the swivel chairs at the kitchen table to toast each other.
Feeling shy, Angela asked, “And what are we celebrating with the toast?”
Jerome smiled, and thought, before answering. “We can celebrate that we’ve lived another day. Or we can celebrate falling in love, or getting married. Or we can drink to making love! Or we can celebrate that we each gave each other our virginity. Or - - - -“
“Or,” Angela interrupted. “We can drink to all of the above!”
They raised their glasses, touched the rim of their glasses together and drank.
Things became quiet as they sipped the sparkling semi-sweet cider.
Jerome smiled.
“Do you remember how flustered Steve’s wife was when she was telling us about this place? And how we could only stay here for six days.” Jerome chuckled.
Angela remembered the incident during the reception that afternoon. “She said seven days would make an entire week.”
