“Oh my!” I exclaimed.
“We could only guess what she meant but honestly, not knowing is probably more exciting anyway, right?” Penny finishes.
“Right!” I said and looked over at Hunter.
“Your mom’s giving me ideas,” I told him. I swear, I think Hunter blushed and that was kind of my intent. Still, it was surprising. Penny and I laughed at Hunter’s discomfort.
“What am I getting myself into?” he asked of nobody in particular. The rest of the ride wasn’t as exciting but it was enjoyable. I really liked Hunter’s mom and dad. They were real people and I respected that. My mom and dad would never talk about stuff like Nate and Penny did. Even though I was in my twenties, our relationship had never transformed from parents and child into one of adults. They didn’t treat me like a kid but they didn’t relate to me as an adult either. I assumed that was the way of things but I saw now it didn’t have to be.
It was after nine when Hunter and I tied the knot. We had to stop by the Marriage License Bureau first. Thankfully, they were open until midnight but I guess that’s why we drove to Reno. Sagebrush Hearts was what I expected, a little too much velvet in different shades of maroon and violet. I kind of liked it. I never wanted a big, fancy traditional wedding anyway. Nate not only gave me away but stood up for Hunter. I asked Penny to be my maid of honor. Indigo and Sandy sat in the front row crying as Hunter and I were married.
Ten minutes later, tops, we both said, “I do.” We had no rings but it didn’t matter. Some hugs, photos and credit card processing and we were married. It went by so fast but I didn’t mind. We’d do something more formal once Hunter came back home. Besides, what an amazing story to tell. My sudden marriage in a Reno wedding chapel. How a Marine won the heart of an anti-war protester. Not as naughty as Penny’s tales but I had time, right?
The six of us went to dinner at the Grand Summit Hotel and Casino after we checked in. We were famished. Penny, Indigo and Sandy never even began making a meal back at home. Instead, they stood in the kitchen eavesdropping while Hunter and I reconciled so we were all starving. We all decided to try the Italian restaurant at the casino and it was damned good.
Appetizers, entrees and several bottles of Chianti later, we were still drinking and finishing dessert when Nate stood up. He filled everyone’s glass with the last of the Chianti and then proceeded to give a toast.
“This has been...a strange day. A good one but strange. I’m used to those I suppose. My wife is lovely and naughty as hell,” he said and we all laughed. “I still remember the day Indigo came out to us. I was both utterly shocked and as proud as a dad could be. She was so brave and she brought Sandy into our lives,” Nate continued. Indigo blushed and then she kissed her wife.
“Then there was the day Hunter told us he was not just joining the Marines but wanted to be an infantryman. That was scary but again, Penny and I were so proud and we’ve always supported the decision...even if it’s shaven a decade or two off of our lives,” Nate went on. We all laughed again.
“I wasn’t expecting to be here giving this toast, and without five glasses of this wine in me it would probably suck. I’ve seen both my children get married now,” Nate said and stopped to compose himself. A tear rolled down his cheek. “Our family is complete now. Mel, we’re so happy to have you. To the newlyweds, may you be as happy as Penny and I. May you have many years together. We love you,” Nate finished and held his glass high.
I was crying as we all toasted and drank. I think Hunter was the only one not crying. “That was beautiful, honey,” Penny told Nate but then added, “And maybe we could get a few grandkids?” she said to Hunter and I.
“Mom!” Hunter replied, playfully admonishing her.
“I had to say it,” Penny told him.
“It might be a few years, Penny,” I told her. She smiled at me. “I know this is going to hit me tomorrow and I’ll hardly believe what I just did but I just want to thank all of you for being so welcoming. I love Hunter. I really do. But this family is like icing on the cake,” I said.
“That’s nice, Mel, but if you call me Penny again, I’ll be very put off,” she said. I frowned, not understanding her meaning for a moment. But then it hit me.
“Sorry...mom,” I said.
“Better. Now you two should get going. It’s your honeymoon,” Penny told us. I looked at Hunter and he wiggled his eyebrows at me suggestively. I giggled.
“They’re turning into you and dad,” Indigo complained jokingly.
“My God, Indigo. You’re a lesbian. Lighten up,” Penny replied. Sandy burst out laughing as Indigo just shook her head. But she couldn’t help but join her wife and mom in laughter. Hunter and I said our goodbyes. We had to be at the airport at nine the next morning and something told me sleep wasn’t on the agenda tonight. After many, many hugs, Hunter and I went up to our room. We hadn’t been there yet, going to dinner immediately after checking in. What a shock seeing the room Penny paid for was!
“Holy shit, they got us a suite!” I exclaimed as we walked in.
“Jacuzzi!” Hunter remarked.
“And champagne,” I added.
“You should get undressed. I’ll get the water going, Mrs. McCoy,” Hunter told me. I didn’t argue.
“Yes sir, Mr. McCoy.” I replied.
“Corporal McCoy,” he corrected me.
“I suppose I’d better learn all that stuff, huh?” I said as I pushed my dress past my hips.
“You’ve got time,” Hunter told me. While I was extracting myself from my dress, Hunter had started the water, poured us champagne, undressed and now sat in the tub watching me tug at my pantyhose.
“You could help, you know,” I said.
“I’m enjoying the view too much,” he told me, hunger in his eyes as he watched me undress.
“Pervert!” I said. Hunter laughed. I finally got out of the pantyhose and then the rest was easy. Moments later, I was nude and I walked over and sat on the edge of the massive tub. “We are kind of like your mom and dad, you know,” I said.
“How so?” Hunter asked as he handed me my glass of champagne.
“They seem so good together. Not like my parents. We always have fun, right?” I asked.
“Yeah, between breakups,” Hunter told me. I rolled my eyes.
“We’re so stupid. I’m so stupid. I don’t care what you do. I love you, Hunter. I let other stuff get in the way,” I told him.
“We both let stuff get in the way. But we’re here now. I’m committed,” he said.
“So am I,” I replied.
“I think that’s why my mom and dad are so good together. They’re committed so the bad times never get out of hand,” Hunter said. I kind of liked that idea but it made me wonder.
“They have bad times?” I asked.
“My dad caught my mom in bed with Sylvia. They’d been having an affair for months. They worked it out in a...a unique way. Of course, I didn’t know any of this until I was like sixteen,” Hunter explained.
“Whoa! That’s...that’s kind of romantic. I mean, in a strange way. Are they really going to a strip club tonight?” I wondered.
“Probably,” Hunter said.
“You might not think so, but your mom and dad are pretty cool,” I told him.
“I think so too. I just don’t want to hear details, you know,” Hunter said.
“You want to make some details of our own?” I asked him.
“Get your sexy ass in the tub and we’ll see,” Hunter told me. I threw my legs over the tub and slid into the water. Oh, that was nice.
“So, I’ve never had honeymoon sex. Do we have to do it missionary or something?” I wondered jokingly.
“I don’t know. I’ve never had honeymoon sex either. Maybe we’re supposed to have anal,” Hunter suggested, thinking he was being funny. I’m sure he wanted that and I wasn’t opposed but he’d have to earn that.
“Too bad. I didn’t bring my strap on. I bet you’d squeal like a little girl,” I
replied. Hunter simply stared at me, a frown on his face, but chuckled finally as he got past the shock of what I suggested.
“I love you, Mrs. McCoy,” he said.
“I know. Tell you what. You want anal, you’re going to need to spend a lot of quality time eating my pussy while I sip champagne,” I said. Hunter thought that over.
“You’ve got yourself a deal,” he said. I immediately slid deeper into the tub and walked my feet up Hunter’s broad torso. He saw what I was about, leaning forward, letting my legs drape over his shoulders and lifting my hips from the water. It was awkward but doable, my head just above the surface of the water. Hunter kissed my bare mound and then swept his tongue up through my already swollen folds.
“You’re turned on,” he observed.
“Yes...yes I am,” I said. Hunter grinned and dove in with an eagerness I relished. Holy fuck! Hunter ate me like a man possessed. I enjoyed the pleasure but at the angle my body was laying, I couldn’t drink out of the champagne flute. Instead, I poured a little over my slippery pussy to let Hunter enjoy it. The bubbles tickled a bit but that was nothing compared to the way Hunter made love to me with his mouth.
I fought the urge so I could enjoy the magic sensations but it wasn’t long before Hunter drove me over the edge of bliss. I cried out as the first of many, many orgasms swept through me like wildfire. I almost slipped under the water as I arched and undulated but Hunter held me so I wouldn’t. I ignored the crick in my neck and the fact my arm was falling asleep in favor of the torrid climaxes Hunter afforded me.
“Okay, okay!” I exclaimed after a particularly intense orgasm. I wiggled free of Hunter and got to my knees, woozy and dizzy. I handed Hunter my glass and he filled it as I unfolded a towel and laid it on the edge of the tub. I sat on it and took the full glass from my new husband. “You may continue,” I told him.
Hunter spread my thighs and without a word he went back in for more. “Oh my fucking God!” I exclaimed as Hunter teased and tormented my hot, swollen nub and my wet, slippery folds. He worshipped me, causing me to scream and shudder, squeal and tremble, as I came again and again. Sex does not a marriage make but it seemed we had the bases covered in that department. Soon, I cast the empty champagne flute aside, softly on the carpet so it wouldn’t break but it still felt good to do it, and drank straight out of the bottle, much of the golden nectar ending up being poured over my naked body.
Hunter would take a break to suck the sparkling wine from my breasts now and then. I was doing it for his benefit as much as mine. How decadent was bathing in champagne as my own personal Marine did his duty between my lush thighs. Soon, however, the bottle was empty.
“I’m out!” I told Hunter as I took his head in my hands and coaxed him up to kiss me. We kissed passionately, our tongues playing between our lips, each of us breathless. “Mmm, I taste good,” I observed as we broke the kiss.
“Yes, yes you do,” Hunter said and tried to return to his work.
“No, I want that cock and I want it in my ass,” I told him. Hunter’s face lit up like a kid on Christmas. “But, of course, you’ll have to get me ready and relaxed,” I told him. Hunter was on the move upon hearing that. He climbed out of the tub and toweled off. Then he offered me his hand and helped me out as well. He wouldn’t let me dry off myself, instead doing it for me. After I was reasonably dry, he led me to the bed and had me lay on my stomach in the middle.
“I won’t get to touch you for months after tonight. I’m going to take my time,” he said and disappeared. I looked back and saw Hunter returning to the bed with the complementary bottle of lotion from the bathroom.
“Lube?” I wondered.
“No,” he told me as he drizzled the creamy liquid onto my back. It was cold but it felt really good. It felt even better when Hunter began to massage the lotion into my back, ass and thighs.
“That’s fucking heavenly,” I sighed.
“I love your body, Mel. You’re absolutely perfect,” Hunter told me. His fingers dug into my soft flesh as he explored every inch of my back side. I didn’t mind. I wasn’t thin but with Hunter, it didn’t matter. His gaze, his touch, told me that to him, I was, as he put it, perfect.
“Turn over,” he told me. I did as ordered. More lotion followed by even more slippery sensual massaging. Hunter’s touch was driving me mad. The need was palpable. I needed this man, my husband, inside of me.
“You’ve earned it. I want you to fuck me in the ass, husband. Make me yours,” I urged him. Hunter had me roll back onto my stomach. He straddled my calves and spread my ass wide with his hands. Then he bent and proceeded to eat me. Oh shit!
I was sure I was ready but Hunter apparently wasn’t satisfied. Soon, his tongue had me dripping and saturated. I was so turned on, so relaxed, so ready. Hunter obviously agreed as he laid his shaft between my ample globes. He stroked himself amongst my soft cheeks before Hunter pressed the head of his throbbing cock against my back door. I looked back to watch and found his cock leaking profusely between my cheeks.
“Please, do it,” I begged. Hunter didn’t disappoint. He pressed against my forbidden entrance. I was so fucking ready. A moment of resistance and pain before some unknown barrier gave way and Hunter sank deep into me. The act took several minutes but to me it was all a haze.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he said as Hunter withdrew from me only to sink back inside.
“You’re so fucking big,” I replied. Hunter grabbed my hips and began to thrust. I went rigid as the searing, overwhelming pleasure washed over me. I’d never done this but I was already sure I couldn’t climax from just Hunter’s thrusts. That didn’t mean it didn’t feel absolutely amazing. It did.
In fact, I discovered the intensity without the climaxes allowed me to focus on the pleasure as Hunter went from slow and steady to hard and fast over the course of the next few minutes. Hunter’s lust took over and he pounded me with a passion I savored. Soon, I was gasping in abject pleasure, my entire body alight with sensation, quaking and shuddering. I gasped for breath and though I was sure I could take no more, Hunter showed me I could.
My husband made love to me, kissing my shoulders, nibbling on my earlobe and sucking my neck as he hammered into me both soft and sweet and rough and tumble all at the same time. My sighs and moans turned to sobs and soon I wept openly. The physical sensations brought forth emotions I couldn’t control. My husband understood my need even though I didn’t and continued his insistent thrusting even as I cried.
The tears weren’t born of pain or sadness. The emotions of the day, of the past half year in fact, rushed to the surface. The fear, the excitement, the confusion, the desire, they all mixed together and left me drained but cleansed. By the end, I was left with nothing but the contentment and joy of becoming Mrs. Hunter McCoy. But there was more to come that would take me to yet another level.
Hunter withdrew and while the respite was welcome, I missed him already. I turned onto my back of my own will and as if we were following a script, Hunter slipped his throbbing cock into my ass again. He left my pussy unfulfilled but that was fine. I could take care of that. I buried two fingers in my amazingly wet tunnel and began to rub my hot nub with my other hand. Both Hunter’s shaft and my fingers at the same time were indescribable.
Our lovemaking suddenly became frantic and furious. Hunter held my ankles wide in his strong hands as he pounded into me so hard he sent ripples through my flesh. I screamed, and I mean screamed, as the pent up need was released suddenly by his presence and my own hands. My body went rigid as a climax for the ages ripped through me. My nerves were on fire, my muscles burned and my head buzzed. My senses left me as Hunter drove towards his own spectacular finish.
For several endless minutes, we became of one mind, each of us seeking release and enjoying what our own actions did for the other. I couldn’t even scream when the last orgasm took me. I simply bore down and let myself go along for the bumpy ride. But I could sense Hunter swell and surge within me. My senses return
ed as I realized this was about to come to a satisfying end.
“Come all over me,” I pleaded. Hunter withdrew as I continued to punish my poor pussy. Several strokes and Hunter erupted. His orgasm reached my neck and covered my lush breasts and belly. Finally, he expelled the last of his white, hot orgasm and it dripped onto my steaming pussy. As if on cue, we both began to laugh in the aftermath of our frantic sex.
Hunter fell on top of me, as I wrapped him in my arms and legs. We kissed and laughed as we attempted to catch our breath.
“That was outstanding, Mel,” Hunter told me.
“You are awesome,” I assured my new husband.
“I am pretty fucking amazing,” he replied. I giggled some more and then held Hunter as suddenly I shuddered and the remnants of our lovemaking rattled around inside of me. He kissed my face, neck and shoulders as I shook my head to loosen the cobwebs.
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