"Da da da-da", James hummed the wedding march as he carried Anna across the threshold of their hotel room. He smiled at Anna and his face lit up, he'd never been this happy in his entire life. Anna was crying in his arms and giggling uncontrollably at the same time, thinking to herself how lucky she was, and praying it wasn't a dream.
They had just been married in a beautiful ceremony held in a marquis outside the hotel, the sun had shone, blossom had fallen on them like warm snow from the cherry trees above them. James had worn a dark grey suit with a cream waistcoat and cravat. Anna's outfit had taken James's breath away - he hadn't been allowed to see it before the ceremony. She wore a dress composed of an Ivory corset with a cowl neck and lace up back and a slinky ivory satin skirt, finished off by strappy sandals, white satin versions of the black strappy sandals James loved her to wear. Her hair had been done up, with tendrils escaping here and their to caress the soft pale skin of her cheek.
Anna’s father had escorted her to the end of the aisle where she stood next to James and left to sit by her mother. Anna and James stood staring at each other and grinning at like idiots for what seemed like an eternity - yet it was over so soon. Soon they were repeating vows to each other, both crying as they did so (James wasn't sure whether he wept for joy or for his bank account)
And now here they were, reclining on their hotel bed in their wedding outfits, gazing at each other once more. James lifted himself up to lie on his side, resting on one arm. 'So' he said to his new wife, 'what are you wearing under there?' 'Why don’t you take a look?' Anna replied with a wry smile, 'You own half of it now'.
James dipped a finger into his wife’s cleavage and traced the neckline of her dress, his smile seemed to make his face glow as he reached down and slid his hand up from her ankle to her thigh, letting the silky fabric of her skirt slide along the soft nylon covering his wife’s legs. 'Please' he thought to himself 'let them be stockings', when he felt lace, rather than nylon, on her thigh and then bare flesh above his arousal overtook him. His cock, which had been semi-erect before suddenly became rock hard, and he knew he was going to enjoy their first time together as man and wife. 'I love stockings' he thought aloud.
At her husbands unexpected outburst of approval, Anna laughed. From the moment they had gotten serious about each other and realised where the relationship was heading James had talked about their wedding night, or more specifically Anna’s wedding night lingerie. As she chose he outfit Anna had thought to herself, 'this is something you only do once - what sort of a wife would I be if I disappointed my husband on our first night together?’ She had chosen her outfit accordingly, thinking of all the conversations they had had about what would be under that dress, which always ended up with them making love until they both cried out in passion. She wasn't going to disappoint him.
James was disappointed as he lifted the satin skirt as high as it would go to reveal her entire lower body to him.....panties....he had thought she go commando for her wedding, but then again, his wife was a dedicated Christian, and he should have known that she'd never go without underwear in front of a man of God. Anna moaned and shifted her hips on the bed as James kissed her thighs, first outer, then teasingly, tantalisingly slowly moving to her inner thighs. She gasped as James’s warm breath crept through her lace panties and warmed her hardened clit. He was so near, yet so far. Instinctively she parted her thighs to attract him to where she wanted him to be, and that’s when she heard him moan, a deep beautiful sound from the depths of his throat which conveyed his arousal and heightened hers. Of course, she thought, he's only just realised they're crotch-less.
