The next day, breakfast was a dour affair and then the morning was spent packing and getting ready to leave. The couple only communicated on practical matters, the tension between them went unremarked. As with their journey to the resort, the trip back was long and tiring. Once back home, Mr Fitzpatrick had sent a car and as it made its way up the long drive to the mansion, Sarah could see a welcoming committee and she knew she had to put on a brave face in front of her new family. She spied Amy amongst the crowd and Mary was there too, but she chided herself for looking for Joseph amongst the crowd and feeling a little disappointed that she couldn't see him.
Mr Fitzpatrick (no, Daddy, now!) opened the door and took her hand to help her out. She saw his eyes dart downwards to look up her short skirt and she blushed to think he might have seen the tiny little thong she was wearing. She realised that she was no longer in another world but back in the real world and would have to look to her decorum.
Amy ran up to give her a hug, whispering in her ear, "You'll have to tell me all sordid details of your honeymoon!" Sarah only replied with a wan smile and Amy's expression at once became puzzled.
The twins and Jeremy clustered around Simon and clapping him on the back and he responded with his usual bonhomie, which irritated Sarah somewhat, given the circumstances.
While they were all glad to see the couple back, they could all see that the travel had taken it out of them, and Marcus broke up the welcome home party early and sent everyone home.
Amy took her leave saying, "When you're rested, I'll come up and we'll have a good girl-to-girl talk, OK?" Sarah just nodded and hugged her tight and Amy could see that her friend was upset about something.
Simon was still drinking with Jeremy, who wasn't going back up to university until the morning and Sarah wondered if he was going to be drunk again. Fortunately, he refused another drink from Jeremy saying he had to unpack and have a lie down before dinner. Mary took charge of Sarah and put her things away and it was clear to the maid that Sarah wasn't her usual bubbly self. She'd come to love the girl over the last couple of months and hated to see her unhappy.
Dinner was a quiet affair but after bathing and changing her clothes, she'd felt a new woman. Mary had put much of her things in her old room and at Sarah's question said that while she might be staying in the marital suite, it would hurt to have her own little place as a refuge when she needed it.
"A refuge, Mary?"
"Yes, Miss, you know, if you're sick or just under the weather or if master Simon is away or if you just want some alone-time."
Sarah sat on the bed and reran the events of the previous evening in her head. There was no doubt that Simon wasn't impotent, his penis had been hard and beautiful. It was true that he might have still been recovering from the sickness, but that hadn't stopped him from getting hard in her mouth. The memory of it brought a flush of arousal and she was thankful that Marcie had allowed her to learn on her husband's cock. So, what had she done wrong? Maybe she just wasn't sexy enough for him? She thought of some of the things that Ms Staunton had bought for her; the non-panties that were only a string of pearls that would slide between her lips - she'd never worn them for him, or those strange 'panties' that didn't actually join up between her legs. She remembered Amy saying he might want to dress her up in kinky uniforms, a sexy nurse, a nun or a catholic schoolgirl. The last brought a small smile to her lips, she was little more than a schoolgirl still, though she knew that it really meant a tiny plaid skirt with knee socks and pigtails; she wasn't completely ignorant. Then she thought of the 'wedding lingerie' that Staunton had joked was not actually to be worn at the wedding and she knew what she had to do.
She took out the lingerie set. She was tempted to call for Mary to show her how to do the suspender belt, but she'd rather keep this to herself. She was sure she could work it out. The white bra was an extreme shelf bra, much briefer than her other half and quarter cup bras that left her nipples exposed, this left most of her breasts completely bare and merely held them up as an offering. The thong, though white was almost completely transparent, and her vaginal lips could be clearly seen through the tiny front panel. She put on the lacy suspenser belt and carefully pulled up the white stockings. While it took a few attempts to get the suspenders lined up properly, she managed it eventually. Finally, she put on the white high heeled stilettos. These were very high, but the marital suite was near enough, and she had had quite a bit of practice walking in high heels on her honeymoon. As final stroke of inspiration, she took out her wedding veil and put it on. Pulled over her face, the transparent lace draped over her breasts, not quite hiding them from view but promising the treasures beneath. As she looked in the mirror, she saw a figure that was both demure and sexy, a bride ready for the taking and she hoped Simon would agree.
She opened the door a crack and peered down the corridor. The coast was clear. She made her way to the marital suite, her heart beginning to beat wildly.
She silently entered their suite; the living area was empty, and she heard Simon calling, "Is that you, Sarah?"
She didn't reply but tried to still her heart. She stepped into the bedroom.
She bowed her head, and said, "Your bride is ready to please you, my husband."
She imagined Simon approaching her, lifting her veil to gaze upon her face and breasts, to kiss her and lead her to the marital bed to finally take her and make her a woman.
She waited in vain.
She looked up and threw her veil back over her head. Simon's face wore an expression of shock, but also of distaste. Her eyes began to fill with tears.
"Simon, what's wrong?"
Simon jumped out of bed, saying, "I can't do this!" and ran out of the room.
Sarah sank down on the bed, her mind in turmoil. What was she doing wrong? What did Simon want of her? She replayed everything that happened between them since the day they met. She went over the honeymoon - oh how she wished she and Simon were like Marcie and Jim! Did she come on too strong? Was Simon like her father and condemned licentious behaviour, banning any clothing that might be considered revealing? Oh, God, she hoped not, she didn't want to live her life like her mother! Her eyes had been opened to so many things, ever since her first visit to Dr. Creasey. She realised that she'd been sitting there for half an hour or more, her mind going round in circles. She realised that she and Simon needed to talk, to really talk and sort out what was going on. Simon was upset about something, that was clear, and Sarah knew that she'd want to unload everything on to Amy and Simon was probably pouring his heart out to Jeremy at this very moment. But Simon was married now, and this should be discussed between themselves.
Her mind made up, she got up and made her way to Jeremy's room unmindful of how she was dressed. She knocked and heard something from inside, so started to open the door and look inside.
What she saw stopped her in her tracks and left her speechless.
Her husband Simon was on all fours on the bed, naked. Jeremy was kneeling behind him thrusting, and Sarah guessed he was fucking his bottom. At the same time, Jeremy was reaching round Simon's front, masturbating him.
They were oblivious to her presence and she just stared at them in shock, part of her was embarrassed that she was intruding on a private moment and she withdrew her head and quietly closed the door. She leaned against the wall, trying to process what she had just seen. Simon didn't love her, and he could never learn to love her.
