My stepfather walked me down the aisle for the second time. All the guests were happy for me, but happier for Thomas my husband, that he was able to marry a woman some twenty-five years younger then him. Most of the guests were my closest friends, former school mates and close work acquiatances. His guests were from the publishing world.
I still felt the sting on my bottom that Paul gave me earlier. My lips still felt tingly from Rita's kisses. Those feelings aroused me a bit as I walked towards my new husband. We took our vows, placed the rings on each others fingers and kissed. The quartet played Mozart and Schubert, as the guests toasted us to a wonderful happy future life together. I was hoping for that. Thomas didn't know me that well, but fell in love with me. I want to be his loving wife.
Thomas and I mingled with the guests. Being touched, being kissed and some men trying to touch more acting if it were accidental. One guest after he touched my bum, smiled and said quietly
"I feel no panties, ready and wet for Thomas."
I just smiled at Thomas's friend. I tried very hard to avoid Paul, trying not to pay attention to him, when Thomas said,
"You haven't kissed Paul yet."
Thomas knew that Paul was a lover in my earlier life. He knew only what I wished for him to know.
I knew Thomas only six months when he proposed to me. We had met at a party of mutual friends. At the time I was divorced about half a year from a man who treated me like his little girl. That I couldn't have.
Thomas waved at Paul to join us. I saw Paul coming towards us, kissed me on the lips and then both men hugged each other, when Paul said,
"My hearty congratulations to you both, Thomas you have been blessed with a beautiful woman," I actually blushed.
Thomas thanked Paul profusely and hugged again. I was standing behind Thomas as Paul looked me in the eyes and licked his lips. As both men separated, Paul left for the dining room. I followed him with my eyes, Paul turned and smiled.
Thomas and I continued to do the rounds among the guests. I got somewhat high from the drinks that were poured for me. Thomas wasn't a drinker, but on our wedding day he did have one glass of champagne. From all the drinks I had consumed, I excused myself and went to the ladies lounge.
My bladder needed a release badly. Often I kept the pee for a longer period of time. The pressure on the bladder turned me on. As I left the ladies lounge, opened the door, there was Paul standing in front of me,
"I was waiting for you" he said.
"Please leave me alone, please Paul please," was all I could say. He got aroused when I pleaded with him.
He pulled me back into the ladies lounge, guided me into a cabin which was large enough to house a vanity table with chair.
"I don't care if your are married or not, I want to see you my darling."
As in the earlier part of the day, my resistance again weakened me. He placed his right hand behind my head and pushed it towards his lips. I struggled again and again against his sexual urges. It shouldn't have happened but it did. We kissed. Oh! how I wanted him, yes I wanted him. I placed my hands around his face and deep tongued him. I felt his hand raise the back of my dress, his finger tips touching the welts he had given me several hours earlier.
"No, No stop," I said in a weak voice.
