Dear Readers,
Thank you for your sincere emails that have kept me going and prompted me to return to this story. Thanks also for your messages. I looked through the story archives and I am pleasantly surprised to see not only how long this story has gone on, or how much work has been invested but how much you all have continued to be interested in the outcome of these two.
I know some of you also want the honeymoon to end soon, I agree, it's been a long time and I need to get them off of this adventure together but I have a few issues that they need to resolve first.
I also need to conclude this series. I have an idea of how this needs to end, and even though some of you don't want it to end, this does need to end some time soon. Don't worry I have other ideas for stories that I am beginning to flesh out. These two will always be dear to my hearts, so even after I wrap it up, they will definitely reappear at some point.
Your dedication to this story humbles me and continues to inspire me in my writing.
Mich
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Lynne wore the long skirt that Leif loved with the painter pockets. It made it her "punishment" of wearing the sticky underwear less obvious. In reality, wearing panties that Leif had jizzed in while they were fucking was not that much of a punishment at all. She'd quite enjoyed wearing panties stained with his cum after she'd caught him masturbating in the laundry room.
What was different this time, was that she was not only wearing the panties as an ode to his kinky fantasies, but she was also wearing them as an act of submission. She was glad to be submissive to him because it had resulted in sexual ecstasy that reached from her head to her toes, and she owed it to him, because sassing him earlier had caused her a great deal of emotional pain and caused and unnecessary argument on their honeymoon.
Her Leif was wise. And she admired him. Having crossed him, the pain it resulted in, and the way he showed her tenderness and never once rubbed it in her face that she should have listened made her love him more.
She wanted to be pretty for him, so she bumped her hair with her curling iron, and put on a cute, white ruffly top. With the long skirt, most of the scent that they'd been together was masked, but if the breeze hit her skirt just right she could smell that slight evidence that they coupled, and she was torn between embarrassment and warm, kinky delight.
When she exited the bathroom, Leif had changed into jeans and a t-shirt and he was carrying a gift bag.
"This is for later, if you are good. Got all those gifts for everyone else, and nothing for yourself," murmured Leif kissing her forehead.
"Now where does my woman want to go? Anywhere you want, sweet you just name it!" said Leif.
They pulled away from the beach cottage and down the long, winding mountain road.
"I don't know we haven't eaten out too much since we've been on our honeymoon...I don't know what I want," said Lynne.
"Why don't we drive around until we see something that interests you," said Leif.
He was spoiling her.
"Look all around until you see something you want," he murmured.
His hand in hers, they pulled out onto the city streets.
Lynne finally settled on a burger place that was supposed to have good shakes.
"There is just something about you, you just don't want me to take you anywhere really nice do you? Is it you being frugal? There was a time when I gritted my teeth at the very idea of doing more than buying a woman a few drinks and now my wallet is wide open and all you want is a burger," said Leif teasingly nuzzling her chin dimple.
"You want to spoil me, but part of why you love me is probably that I don't expect it. It's probably not fun to shower a woman with gifts if she expects it. Anyway, they are supposed to have the world's best milkshake. I'll know if it's not," said Lynne as he pulled into the space.
"I know you will kitten," said Leif.
"Says you can seat yourself. Where do you wanna sit," murmured Leif.
Lynne pointed to a booth in the corner. She sat down demurely in the seat closest to the window and fanned her skirt outwards so that she was not getting her skirt messy with the underwear that were stained with their love juices.
"What are we having," said their red headed waiter.
Leif looked at Lynne.
"Ladies first," said Leif.
"I don't deserve to order. I embarrassed you earlier, and I acted foolishly and I think you should order for me," murmured Lynne.
"Hey you didn't mean anything by that. Go ahead and take your time and he can come back after you've made up your mind," said Leif nodding at the waiter.
"No, I trust you to decide for me. You don't always have to decide for me. But you decided for me earlier, and I didn't listen and it would probably have been the right choice. Besides. You know me better than I know myself sometimes. Let's see if you can order me something that I'll love," said Lynne.
She knew Leif would rise to the challenge.
And he did, he ordered her a chocolate malt shake, a burger cooked just the way she would have asked, condiments, and fries.
"Damn, I couldn't have ordered it better if I did it myself," said Lynne.
"Well if you're gonna trust me to do something for you, I want to do it as well as you would have sweet, if not better. Trusting me shouldn't ever result in you being deprived," he murmured gently kissing the inside of her palm.
"You're so good and submissive, you're gonna earn this present," said Leif.
She just now saw that he'd brought the gift bag into the restaurant with him, unembarrassed to spoil her.
Spread out on the table next to them was a crossword puzzle. It looked like it was for children.
He'd caught her glancing at it out of the corner of her eye, and he walked over to the other table, where they were no customers.
"You want to try your hand at the puzzle before dinner," said Leif lovingly.
He got the pencils off the table and everything.
"But they didn't give us one to play with. Besides it looks easy, like it's for kids," said Lynne.
"Hell no it doesn't look easy look at some of these clues!" said Leif playfully.
She knew he was humoring her. Wanted her to know that it was okay if she wanted to play with the kids crossword puzzle.
She got a mischievous look in her eyes and started filling out the puzzle.
Then they were filling it out together, giggling trying to guess clues.
"My, you are a much nicer little cutie than you were in the shop earlier. I'm going to really let my special wifey have this present after dinner," said Leif.
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Lynne trusting him to order her meal just as she would like it was adorably symbolic. He definitely understood her sassing him earlier and being upset that he hid the call from her about her parents. But hell he was just trying to do what was best for her. Trying to protect her. Her letting him order for her, was her way of showing him he supposed, that he did know what she liked, and what would be in her best interest.
She was definitely sweeter than that vanilla milkshake that they sat in front of her. Unashamed in front of the waiter, he kissed Lynne on her forehead. She ate her food hungrily, and she finished every bite. Poor thing she was hungry after he'd only given her a meager breakfast and plied her with alcohol and exhausted her with sensual delights. His dick tingled when he thought about how he'd marked his sweetie with his come, her underwear were probably not wet and sloppy anymore but now they were probably stiff and scratchy next to her tender pussy as she wore his essence close to her. A reminder that indeed she belonged to him, and that he loved her so much he couldn't help how his body responded to her.
Like now, watching her struggle to suck up the thick milk shake, her chin dimple all puckered up, reminding him of the way she slurped his cock with such expert precision. Lord, she did say she wanted to suck on his cock like a lollipop to learn to keep quiet. She was playfully submissive in ways that made him smile. But, he didn't mind her sassiness either. He wanted her to always feel free to let him know if she had a concern. Those were always things that they could work out, so long as she remembered that he wanted what was best for her, and that sometimes she could benefit from listening to a husband's love.
He felt like she'd learned. He just wanted to protect Lynne from anything he felt was harmful and wouldn't feel good in her heart.
She was so cute right now, slurping up that thick vanilla milkshake. She was all big pretty doe eyes and chin dimple, the lady like shirt all ensconced around the booth seat, trying not to get cum on her cute little skirt and his thoughts were anything but pure right now!
She'd wear those underwear all night like a little angel if he asked her too and not even complain. But that just made her even sweeter to him. He kissed her hand.
"You'd do anything to please me, probably except let go of the milkshake straw," said Leif playfully.
"What it's good!" said Lynne.
Her throat was thick and sticky with shake the way it got with his come sometimes when she was blowing him.
Mercy, his thoughts were so dirty again, but she was so cute and sexy to him.
He yanked the straw playfully from her lips, stole a few greedy sucks which made her giggle, and then he treated himself to the cool, sweet, flavor of her surprised tongue when she giggled.
"Leify, look, there's a jukebox!" she peeled looking into the corner.
"That dusty assed thing? Probably doesn't work!" snorted Leif playfully.
"You don't know that! Do you have a quarter? Let's see what it plays," begged Lynne taking both his hands.
"Okay. But first, I want you to take your present to the bathroom," said Leif.
Lynne looked at him incredulously.
"Why bring a present to the bathroom?" asked Lynne.
He shot her a tender, meaningful glance.
