Days 1-6 of 10
Day 1. By all accounts, it had been a beautiful ceremony, and our Saturday wedding had been free of hitches or hidden snags. The weather held off and the temperature hovered just below eighty on the mostly sunny June day. We said our vows in a beautiful Santa Barbara garden to the smell of flowers and the sounds of buzzing bees and a babbling brook. The breeze had been gentle and consistent, the 4-piece combo was not too loud, our soloist hit every high note, and every seat was full of snappily dressed well-wishers.
Of course, the most beautiful part of the ceremony was my bride, Willow Ingram, nee Garver. She turned twenty-two last month, on her Stanford graduation day, and her youthful beauty and energy permeated the entire day. She's a stunning girl and if she wears tall heels, we can dance cheek to cheek despite me being 6'2". There is a powerful bundle of energy packed into her statuesque frame and our wedding day highlighted it.
She woke early, skipped breakfast, went to the spa for treatments, wrapped presents for her bridesmaids and maid of honor, skipped lunch, made phone calls, dressed for the ceremony, performed her part flawlessly, looked fresh and relaxed despite the expected wedding-day tension, was radiant in all the pictures, had more than a few glasses of champagne, danced until after midnight at the reception, and was an eager lustful participant in two rounds of conjugal duty in the honeymoon suite. Her motor always revved in the red zone and often left me panting as I tried to keep up.
And all that while still being the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. She's so beautiful and smart that she could have had her pick, and there were plenty on the hunt, but she surprisingly agreed to accept my proposal. I've had more than my share of 'experiences', mainly because I'm 7 years older than my brand new bride and I have an established job that brings in money for me to wine and dine. I don't have movie star looks, but before I started dating Willow they were enough. Many girls had returned my glance and gave me a second look later that turned into a wink and a romp.
In my heart, I think it is my persistent determination in my chase for Willow that swayed her to say yes. I don't believe it was love at first sight for her and I think I just wore her down. She had fun with me and we have great sex, but she isn't as totally entranced as I am.
On the other hand, I'm so entranced that I don't think it would be possible for any person to love another person any more than I love her, and her physical beauty is only part of it. That part is what every man notices first however, and that part is often jaw dropping.
She has hair so blonde it's almost white, especially after bleaching in the sun, and its color melded nicely with her off-white wedding dress. Her eyes are large and emerald green and her face is as gorgeous as that of any movie star, but it is her body that commands the most attention.
Her measurements are 37-21-34 and both her firm D-cup breasts and her protruding derriere appear larger because her waist is so tiny. She is well aware of the gaggle of eyes that track her wherever she goes, and while she doesn't pander to them, she doesn't resent them either.
What she does resent is vulgarity, especially concerning sex. We 'do it' or 'romp' rather than fuck, her vagina is not a cunt or a twat, but she has finally allowed me to call it a pussy, and my penis is not a cock or a prick, but usually a 'thing'. In fact, almost any profanity is taboo. She doesn't like hearing them and she definitely won't speak them.
Day 2. It was nearly 1:30 AM when I finally carried my bride across the honeymoon suite threshold and who knows how long it took before I'd been fully sated twice before sleep in our first 'romps' as a married couple. She woke me and we romped once more, but my bundle of energy was still groping and hoping when we dressed before check out the next morning.
We spent the afternoon opening presents followed by a relaxing swim and sun-bask at her parents' house in Santa Barbara. Her dad grilled steaks, we played a few hands of bridge, and then we retired to what was now one of their guest bedrooms.
We'd spent a couple nights in that bedroom before our wedding, the one that had been Willow's all her life, but those were uncomfortable nights for me despite her parents' consent and our formal engagement. Our sex had been clandestine and surreptitious then, but we were married now and my mind convinced me that we could make noise romping in their house, so we did while getting sated again. Twice.
Day 3. My beautiful bride's father didn't mention the banging headboard as he drove us to the airport very early the next morning for our Monday flight to Miami, but he did ask, "Are you feeling okay honey? I heard you moaning last night."
She knew he knew, and there was a bit of attitude in her reply, "I'm fine Daddy."
He knew perfectly well, and his wink at me was almost congratulatory. His daughter was moaning last night, but not from pain. He didn't just know we had romped, he knew that part of the reason was that we were trying to make a baby.
Her peak fertility day should arrive during our cruise, and we thought its fourth day would be the most likely. She'd thrown away her pills ten days before her last period, and it arrived right on time. Her periods were extremely predictable, and we expected her peak fertility would be too. We didn't want to chance missing the egg drop however, so we vowed to romp every day once her period was over. So far, we kept our word. My in-laws were hoping for a grandchild from their only child. My parents already had four, so they were pretty blasé about it.
Our booking was on an adults-only Carnival cruise, leaving Miami on Monday and returning the following Monday. It was not the typical weekend to weekend schedule, and it was advertised as one that was usually less crowded. The check-in seemed to confirm it and we left port at 3:30 PM, right on schedule.
It was early evening, after safety protocol and getting settled into our luxury suite, before we were seated at an assigned table with four other honeymoon couples. They were all under 30, like us (although I barely made it) and all friendly and cheerful.
Joey, of William and Joey, suggested that we each tell a bit about ourselves and she volunteered to go first. She couldn't have left much of anything in her life out, and one of her many details was that they were on the cruise because it was a wedding present from William's parents. She proudly stated that she hoped they would take a number of vacations before they were saddled with kids. She didn't leave much for William to reveal and he was finished quickly.
Every couple mentioned that the cruise was a wedding present from parents, and there were no surprises until Talia, of Talia and Jeremy, disclosed that she had just found out a week ago that she was pregnant. She also revealed, while looking at Joey, that they had tried to get her pregnant and that she didn't feel that she would be 'saddled'.
During Willow's turn she said that the cruise was my wedding gift to her and that she hoped she would also get pregnant during our cruise. I followed by stating that if she did, I couldn't think of a better wedding present to me and that I wouldn't feel 'saddled' either.
We sat with Talia and Jeremy for the stage show later that evening, and I felt like we would have friends for the balance of the cruise. The only scheduled time we would see them would be at dinner, when the ship was back underway after a day in port somewhere, but we now had some people we could share adventures with.
Day 4. We woke the next morning to a full day at sea, and we used it exploring the ship. We found the dance venues and looked them over, we used both the gym and running track, we got thumped in a three-hour game of bridge with Talia and Jeremy, and we swam in both swimming pools. We insured the beer was cold and the wine was aged at each stop in our exploration, but left anything stronger on the bar's back shelf until we went dancing later.
It was exactly the relaxation we'd hoped for and my beautiful Willow thanked me often for what was my wedding present to her, although the relaxing cruise was also a gift to myself. That first full day at sea let us became comfortable and familiar with the cruise ship, which of course meant pulling my bride into a few niches for a quick grope and snog.
By the time we went to bed, we'd danced in one of the two live band venues and downed so many martinis that it would have been impossible to pass a motor-function sobriety test. My bundle of energy again decided that I needed to go a second round before Mr. Sandman could grab me.
Day 5. The next morning found us moored in Grand Cayman, and we spent the morning shopping and seeing the town, but we spent the afternoon on the beach. The sun bore down, but the temperature was mid-80's and the water just cool enough to be refreshing. Carnival caters to party-hardy young adults, and the group of us on the beach did. There were several topless girls, lots of skimpy bikinis and Speedos, alcohol was flowing, and the smell of pakalolo drifted. We each had several beers, and when the joints reached us, we didn't let them skip us.
Despite her two-piece suit being relatively modest, Willow attracted attention like she was nude. I made sure her sensitive skin was sufficiently covered in sun screen each time she came out of the water, and that simple action induced a surprising reaction.
She'd always been a tiger in bed, but this was the first time her arousal indicators blinked while we were surrounded by other people. Substances may have been affecting both of us, but I decided to push the blinking buttons a bit to see where her red line was. The next time she came out of the water, I started pushing and probing for that threshold.
I had her lay on her stomach first and I did her neck, shoulders, and arms as usual, but then I unfastened her top before doing her back. When I started putting the creamy sun block on her lower back, I let my fingers slip under the suit and caress the upper part of her ass. She just wiggled and the only sound was a soft moan.
I moved to her feet and legs and when I reached her upper thighs, I hunted for the red line again. I decided to call it the Willow Line. I squirted a dollop on the back of each leg, but then used both hands on each thigh to rub it in. My hand lightly bumped her mound on each upward stroke, and I finally slipped my hand under her suit to caress her bare ass as far as my fingers would reach. I looked around and was unsurprised to see an audience, but still hadn't discovered the Willow Line.
"Turn over so I can do your front."
