It is a beautiful wedding - small and simple, but romantic and full of meaning. You and I are truly soul mates – each able to anticipate the other's needs and desires and delighted to be able to satisfy them. I am amazed my new husband can't read anything in my eyes as you make your way along the receiving line, shaking his hand heartily and planting a quick, dry kiss on my cheek.
"She's a great girl," you chuckle, patting him on the arm and slipping the envelope containing your wedding present into the little silk purse I was holding. A little shiver goes up my spine as your fingers graze the top of my hand.
My husband whirls me onto the dance floor for our first dance and I am light and happy knowing that I'm going to spend the rest of my life with this wonderful, kind, gentle man. He will love me and take care of me and do his best to make me happy. But there is a part of me that he can not touch and that is where my mind goes...to you and the envelope you slipped into my wedding purse.
"I need to run up to the room to touch up my make-up and slip into my 'going away' outfit," I tell my husband who is busy recounting his army days with the buddies who've shown up for the wedding. "I'm going to lock the envelopes from my purse in the room safe."
I pick up the purse and slip upstairs to the honeymoon suite where my husband and I will spend our first night as married couple. I pour the envelopes out onto the bed and shuffle them until I find the one with your handwriting. Inside are a lovely wedding card and a generous check with the notation, "Happiness Always." The check is wrapped around a hotel room card key with a tiny yellow sticky note attached: Room 364.
My heart is pounding as I move quickly out of the suite and take the elevator down to the third floor. The green light clicks on when I slip the card key into the lock and I enter the spacious room to find you sitting on a chair next to the bed.
"Congratulations, baby," You smile pulling me onto your lap and kissing me deeply. I shudder as your tongue slips inside my mouth, hungry, probing.
You smell so good as I kiss you and let my tongue trail down the side of your neck. I can feel your cock stiffening under me and my pussy is already wet as your hand carefully unhooks the top hooks of my wedding dress and draws it down past my breasts. You hands quickly move inside the silk and begin to rub and pull my hard nipples between your fingertips.
"Oh honey, we need to be quick," I moan as your mouth closes over my right nipple, sucking hard and nibbling. I stand up quickly and slip off my panties and suddenly we can both smell the sweetness of my wet pussy aching for your cock.
You stand up too and lean me carefully over the little table next to your chair. From behind, you lift the layers of silk until my dress is up over my shoulders and my wet pussy is exposed. I sense you kneel down behind me and let out a loud moan as I feel your strong fingers spread my ass and your tongue begin to probe my pussy. My knees are weak as your tongue expertly moves along the soft creases of my pussy.
