"What...what do you mean?" Taylor asked her dad, with a shocked look on her face as she walked into the kitchen. I was stunned into submission, unable to move as the ramifications of Taylor and I being overheard went through my head.
"Look, you two are both consenting adults, so we all kind of knew that this could potentially happen. But, it was still a little disappointing to walk in last night and that was the first thing we all heard. Your mom was petrified and will probably be pretty upset this morning. We had just hoped you would at least wait until you were married," Mark explained to us.
Taylor looked back at me and held out her hand for me to take. Bringing me into the kitchen, she looked into my eyes as we both nodded at each other. Turning back to her dad, she said, "We are married."
It was Mark's turn to stare at us in stunned silence. "Wait...what?" He finally said.
"Yes. We got married right before we went to St. George. I'm sorry that we lied to you and it's been killing us inside to hide it, but we truly believed it was for the best before one of us made a mistake that we would regret," Taylor explained, holding tightly onto my hand.
"But the wedding and all the plans," her dad started to say.
"It's still on. It'll just be our Temple sealing. If you and Mom aren't too mad at us," Taylor said, trying to reassure Mark.
"Well, I mean, I can't be too mad," Mark said, still trying to process the information. "Wow. Is this because I told you two no?"
"No, Daddy, it's not," Taylor said, letting go of me and walking around to her dad. She wrapped her arms around him to hug him and kissed the top of his head. "It really did kill us inside to not tell everybody or have you all there. And it really was my idea to hide it. If you're mad, please be mad at me and not Christopher."
Mark quietly laughed and said, "I'm not mad. I never could be. Maybe a little sad. But, I'm glad that you made a decision that you thought was best for you and I'll always support you when you do that."
"Thanks, Dad. I love you," Taylor said, as they both hugged.
"I love you, too. You better go tell your mom," he said. "Probably alone, too. No telling what she would do to Christopher."
"Yeah. No kidding. Or she might just break down crying," Taylor said, walking away from Mark. When she reached me, she kissed my cheek before saying, "I'll be back."
I watched her leave before turning back to Mark. We stared at each other before he said, "If you call me Dad, it might make my hair go even grayer than it already is."
I laughed and said, "No worries there," before walking around the counter and sitting down next to him. "So, what would Sally do to me if I was up there?"
Mark laughed and said, "Depends on if she goes into protective mother mode or upset mother mode. If it's the first one, good chance you'll get a yelling at. If it's the second one, a sharply said word or two as she lectures Taylor. Or, like Taylor said, she might just start crying."
"YOU DID WHAT!?" We heard Sally yell from upstairs.
Mark cringed at it and said, "Protective mother mode. She'll be fine. You would be too."
We sat in silence for a few minutes until we heard Sally yell, "YOU KNEW THIS WHOLE TIME?"
Mark turned to look at me with a questioning look on his face. I laughed a little and said, "Michelle found out that we were married a week or so after it happened."
"Figures. If anybody would know that, it would be her," Mark said, shrugging his shoulders and standing up. The kids were starting to stir in the living room and Mark started to pull out supplies for breakfast. When Sally, Taylor, and Michelle came downstairs a few minutes later, Sally immediately walked over to me and gave me a hug, welcoming me to the family.
Walking over to her husband, she said, "So, we just gained three new grandchildren."
"Thank goodness we missed Christmas time and birthdays," Mark said, making us all laugh.
A few hours later, we were all packed up and saying goodbye to everyone, laughing as we all literally lived in the same neighborhood and would be following each other home. As we drove home, Taylor and I talked to my kids about us being married, answering questions from them and dealing with a little drama from my oldest. But, overall, they were happy about it.
The weekend after our Memorial Day trip, Taylor and I decided to take it slow, letting the kids play outside and try to relax for once. That Friday night after we both got home from work, and the kids were home from school and the babysitter, we grilled up some food outside, ate outside, and sat on the deck for the majority of the night.
After getting the kids to sleep, I walked out of the bathroom to find Taylor sitting on our bed, wearing a black tank top and black shorts, with her brown hair tied up in a bun on top of her head.
"Kids are asleep," she said.
"That's good," I replied, taking off my shirt and shorts.
"I have a favor I want to ask you," she said, seductively.
"OK?" I asked, giving her a side eye glance as I wondered what was going on in her mind.
"Will you tie me up and make love to me?" She asked with a sheepish smile on her face.
"Seriously?" I asked as I stood up straight and looked at her.
"Yes," she replied. "I've been thinking about it for a while. I want to know what it feels like to have you in complete control."
"So, like with handcuffs or what?" I asked, moving to stand in front of her.
"Oh, that would be fun. We might have to buy some if this works out. I was thinking maybe we could just use some of your neckties and tie me to the bed posts," Taylor said, finally standing up and walking to the closet where my ties were.
As she started to pull some out, I walked up behind her, wrapped my arms around her waist, and started to kiss her neck. Taylor quickly threw a handful of ties behind her onto the bed as I tugged at the bottom of her tank top, briefly moving my mouth away from hers to pull it off over her head. Resuming kissing, I cupped her breasts with my hands, squeezing them hard as I walked her backwards towards the bed again.
Once there, I ended the kiss and squatted down, pulling her shorts down and off her legs. We kissed passionately again before Taylor laid down in the center of the bed. I first walked to her right side, taking her right arm in my hands I kissed down it, starting from the top of her shoulder, right under her head, and ending at the tip of her middle finger. I gently wrapped the necktie around her wrist, looped it around the bed post, and pulled it tight enough that she couldn't get out.
Walking around to her left side, I gave that arm the same treatment, but kissing her lips this time after her arm was tied. I walked down to the end of the bed, looking at my naked, young wife, tied up for me to use as I wanted.
"Do you want your legs tied, too?" I asked her, rubbing them with my hands.
"I'm already so wet," she replied, spreading her legs wide for me.
I climbed onto the bed with her and started to kiss up her leg, starting at her toes and going up to her groin. I blew some air on her moist vagina, but didn't touch her, before moving to her other leg and kissing down it to her toes. I finally crawled up between her legs, putting my hands on her thighs and pushing them as wide as they would go, leaned down, and lightly licked her vagina.
"Oh my gosh, Christopher, you're driving me crazy," she moaned.
"That's the point, isn't it?" I laughed as I continued to lightly lick and kiss around her pussy. I finally touched her clit with my lips, flicking it with my tongue, as Taylor moaned. I brought my hand up and used my finger to push past her lips and into her pussy. "Oh my gosh," she moaned as I sucked her clit and fingered her.
I knew from experience just what Taylor's body would do before she reached her climax and when I felt the first signs of it, I pulled away quickly, Taylor letting out a disappointed sigh as I did so. "Really?" she said, looking down at me, still tied to the bed.
"Yes. It adds to it, trust me," I told her as I started to pull off my shirt.
"Really? Have much experience tying women up?" She teased, her eyes on my groin as I pulled my pajamas off, freeing my hard cock.
"Maybe," I said as I climbed back on to the bed, crawling over the top of her, letting my cock drag along her groin, stomach, and chest as I made my way up to her head.
I brushed my cock around her face, ending at her lips. I looked down to see Taylor staring lustfully up to me as she opened her mouth, letting me slide my cock into her, and closed her lips around my shaft. I had my hands on the headboard to support myself, looking down to watch as I moved my hips up and down, sliding my cock in and out of her mouth as I did so. I knew that, try as she might, Taylor couldn't fit all of me down her mouth or throat, and I briefly wondered how it would feel to do this with Lauren. Or Stacy. Or Michelle.
When I felt the resistance from her throat, I pulled back out until just my tip was in her mouth, felt her tongue swirling around it, then pushed back in. I did this over and over, until I felt myself getting too close, and I pulled out of her mouth.
"Thought for a second that you were going to cover me," she said as I laid down next to her.
