Dance of a Lifetime

by Frank Downey

  "You're going to carry her all the way to your room?" Jess asked, amazed.

  "Easily. You forget. I'm used to lugging her around while wearing ice skates!" Jess and Sophie both giggled, and Warren carried Sophie out.

  The lobby had people in it-guests not with the wedding and patrons of the restaurant. All of them smiled at the sight of the happy groom carrying the giggling bride across the lobby and into the elevator.

  Warren did make it all the way to the room. With a little twinge in his back, true, but it was worth it to see the delight on Sophie's face. He carried her over the threshold and gently set her down on the bed.

  "I love you, Mrs. Kelleher."

  "I love you too, Mr. Kelleher." They lay on the bed for a while, just cuddling and kissing. Then Sophie sat up. "Undo me?" she asked. Warren undid the zipper in the back of her dress. "Thank you. Now I need to go take a shower."

  "Want company?"

  "Nope. You stay here. Relax, watch TV. I have a surprise for you."

  "OK."

  She smiled and headed for the bathroom. Jess had slipped a bag for her in there earlier.

  Warren got out of his tux and reclined on the bed in his boxers. He watched TV for a while, listening to the shower run, hearing it stop. The bathroom door opened up a crack. Sophie's head peeked out.

  "Snugglebear?"

  "Yes, Pookie?"

  "This isn't the same exact one. I've grown some since then. But it is an exact replica. I took me forever to find it," she giggled.

  "What are you talking about?"

  In response, she opened the bathroom door all the way and stepped out.

  Warren's breath caught in his throat.

  There she was, wearing-she was right-an exact copy of the pink babydoll nightie and lacy pink panties that she had worn on their very first night in bed together, over six years before.

  Warren sucked in a breath. "Sophie, you're a goddess. You were a goddess then, and you're a goddess now."

  She walked over to the bed and crawled on top of him. "Don't tell me. Show me."

  Warren put his hand on the back of her head and pulled her lips down into his. He wrapped his fingers in her long hair as their tongues danced. His other hand slipped under the nightie, and his thumb found her nipple and stroked it. She moaned low into his mouth.

  He turned them, so they were side-by-side, as he fondled her boob and nibbled on her lip. She felt a pressure from his leg between hers and spread hers so that he could bring his thigh up to her groin, pressing it into her as he kissed and fondled her. She let out a gasping groan.

  Without breaking their kiss, Warren slipped Sophie's panties off. She returned the favor with his boxers. She went to slip her nightie off but Warren wordlessly grabbed her hands and stopped her. Pulling her close, he deepened the kiss and slipped his hard cock between her legs. She gasped as his shaft slipped along her slick labia, making contact with her clit. Warren slid his cock gently between her legs, spreading her wetness over him and dragging his cock over her clit as he moved. Sophie plunged her tongue deep within his mouth as she ground her breasts into his chest through the nightie.

  Warren reached out and pulled her top leg up and over his hip, then reached down to take hold of his slick cock, pressing it with his hand against her clit. "AAAANNNGGGGHHHH!" Sophie cried out as Warren kept a steady pressure on her swollen button, making sure to keep her moisture spread on his dick. "AHH! AHH! AHH! Oh JESUS Warren!!!"

  As he felt her begin to approach her climax, he suddenly shifted his angle and drove his cock right into her. Sophie let out a careening wail. When the screams didn't let up, Warren pulled her mouth onto his, trying to keep her from alerting the entire hotel-not to mention all of Cape Cod. Sophie just screamed into his mouth.

  The waves of pleasure radiated outward from her pussy and exploded in her gut. She just rode them, as Warren plunged into her, grinding his pelvis into her pussy and clit on every downstroke.

  After a bit, Sophie was trembling from head to toe and her eyes were rolling back into her head. Warren slipped out of her while she desperately tried to catch her breath. Without really realizing what he was doing, Sophie allowed Warren to flip her over so that her back was now up against his front. She was still shuddering and gasping for air-when she felt the head of his still-slick cock start to penetrate her anus.

  "OH GOD YES!" she yelled. "FUCK MY ASS! FUCK MY ASS, WARREN! OH GOD!" Warren drove his cock deep into her ass, while he moved his hand in front of her to diddle her pussy. She started spasming again almost immediately, and didn't stop. Her ass muscles clenched hard onto his dick. Warren had good stamina, but not that good. After a couple minutes, he grunted, plunged all the way into her, and poured his seed deep into her ass.

  Afterwards, they stayed curled up with one another, even after Warren went soft and slipped out of Sophie's ass. Sophie was still wheezing and gasping, trying to breathe. Warren wasn't much better.

  After a couple of minutes, Warren said, "Damn, I hope this room is soundproofed."

  Sophie chuckled lazily, and said, "If that's what married sex is like, I'll take it!"

  "Good," Warren laughed.

  "Where did you come up with that thing? You know, rubbing your dick up against my clittie like that? Where did that one come from? My GOD!"

  Warren laughed. "Well, I just slipped it between your legs, you know, just to get you worked up. But I saw your reaction and just kept going. I was winging it."

  "Ooooh, you keep winging it!"

  "You know, about six years ago, a very wise girl-wearing a nightie remarkably like this one-gave me some very good advice. She told me to go on instinct."

  "She was very wise, wasn't she?" Sophie giggled. "So, husband of mine, what do your instincts say you should do next?"

  "Well, my instincts say I should go in the bathroom and give Mister Happy a little wash. We don't know where he's been. Actually, we do know where he's been, that's the trouble." Sophia laughed out loud as Warren got up and went in the bathroom. He was back out in a flash. She had slipped off the nightie while he was in the bathroom. He walked over to the bed, and settled himself in the opposite direction from Sophia, with his head down near her legs. Just to make the hint explicit, he sang a bastardized version of an old Brian Adams song: "It's the position of 69." Sophie giggled, then turned herself over and straddled him.

  As she lowered her pussy into his face, Warren breathed deeply through his nose and then let out a theatrical, "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

  "You goof!"

  "What, I can't enjoy inhaling the perfume of my wife's essence?"

  "It might be more effective if you inhaled your wife's clittie."

  "OK," Warren said, and abruptly sucked Sophie's clit right between his lips. Sophie yelped. Warren released her clit with a chuckle, and then went to work her up properly, running his tongue all up and down her pussy, dragging it in between her inner and outer labia, probing it into her opening.

  Sophia sighed, then engulfed his cock into her mouth. She ran her tongue up and down the shaft, then curled it around the head. Her lips moved up and down his shaft as she nudged the head with her tongue into the roof of her mouth.

  Meanwhile, Warren had moved back to her clit. He sucked it between his lips. He enjoyed the sensation of his wife's weight settled on top of him, and he could feel her rapid breathing vibrating in both their torsos. Her erect nipples were drilling a hole in his stomach. He reached his hands up and cupped her ass as he sucked on her clit.

  She hadn't come completely down to earth from her previous climaxes, so it didn't take much for her to work right back up again. Her labia became reddened and engorged, and her clit swelled in Warren's mouth. And, as she started to reach her peak, she plunged her mouth right down on Warren's cock, and screamed. With her on top of him like that, when she came, Warren felt everything. Her buttocks clenched under his hands. Her stomach muscles spasmed on his chest. Her breasts leaked and squirted all over him. And, most of all, he felt the vibrations of h
er scream radiating from her throat and into her mouth, around his cock. Warren had already cum once, he didn't think he was close. He was wrong. It came upon him in an instant, and, before he even realized it, he was pumping his cock into Sophia's mouth and shooting straight down her gullet. She swallowed it all, screamed harder, and kept cumming.

  Afterwards, Sophie didn't have the strength to do anything, so she just stayed where she was, on top of Warren. Warren didn't mind. Her pussy enveloped his face. His shrinking cock nudged her cheek.

  After a minute, she sighed and said, "That was quick for you." She giggled. "It took me by surprise."

  "It took me by surprise!" Warren admitted. "That one snuck up on me."

  "I'm sneaky like that," Sophia giggled. She sighed again, and rolled off him. She rubbed the pillow beside her in invitation, and Warren turned himself around and snuggled next to her.

  "You know what?" Sophia said after a moment. "I'm hungry!"

  "Well, you know, working off all those calories," Warren laughed. "I'm hungry, too. Hey, this is a ritzy place. They've got room service."

  "Good idea."

  They found the menu, and looked through it. "Very elegant. Very expensive," Sophia giggled.

  "Hey, it's our wedding night. If we can't splurge tonight, right?"

  "Good point," Sophia laughed. "Look at this. Caviar. I want caviar."

  "Shrimp cocktail."

  "Lobster Newburg."

  "And champagne. We've got to have champagne," Warren said.

  "We have it. It's over in the other room." They were in a two-room suite. "It's on ice. Jessie put it in earlier. It's a good thing, since they might have checked your ID," she giggled.

  "Yeah. Don't you love it? I'm a world champion athlete with a wife and a daughter and I can't legally buy a bottle of champagne to celebrate my wedding night. Who makes the laws in this country?" Warren grumbled.

  "Don't worry. I got it covered. One of the advantages of marrying an older woman," she teased.

  They went through and ordered a bunch of really expensive stuff, and Sophia called down with the order. They cuddled for a while, and, shortly, there was a knock on the door.

  "There's our food, Snugglebear," Sophia said. She got up to go answer the door.

  Nude. "Aren't you going to throw a robe on?" Warren asked.

  "Nope," Sophie said with a twinkle in her eye. She went and opened the door-and the poor kid, who wasn't a day over 18, was completely flustered at seeing this gorgeous, very naked young woman opening the door.

  "Hi!" she chirped.

  "Hi. Uh, room service?" the kid gulped.

  "Come on in! You can put it right over there. Snugglebear, got any money?"

  "In my wallet. Over on the dresser," Warren told her, bemused.

  Sophie retrieved some money from Warren's wallet and handed it over to the blushing waiter. "Here you go. Thank you very much."

  The kid looked at the generous tip-and the other tip, the free show, standing in front of him-and blurted, "Thank you!" He backed his way out of the room, blushing and staring the whole time.

  When he had laughed, Warren burst out laughing. "I should marry you every day, Pookie, it brings out your naughty side." He shook his head. "That poor kid. He's probably on his way to the rest room to relieve himself."

  "You think?" Sophie said impishly.

  "You're so bad," Warren laughed. "Come here. Let's gorge ourselves on caviar and champagne. I need to regain my strength if I'm going to fuck your brains out again."

  "Oooh, now there's a plan!"

  After another wild lovemaking session, and a very contented sleep, Sophia woke up early the next morning. She hummed contentedly, snuggling in Warren's arms.

  He awoke then. "Good morning, my wife," he said.

  "Good morning, my husband."

  "How did you sleep?"

  "Perfectly."

  "Me, too."

  "Hey, I had an idea," Sophia said. "We're leaving this afternoon for a week. I think we should go wake Jessie up and give her something to remember us by."

  "She'd like that, wouldn't she?" Warren laughed.

  "Yes, she would. And I still have the second key to her room from staying there the other night."

  "Good plan. Let's take a shower first, though."

  They did, then they threw on robes and went to Jessie's room, which was right down the hall. They silently opened the door and crept inside. They found her on the bed, naked-which is how she usually slept-on her back, right in the middle of the king-sized bed.

  "Right where we want her," Sophie whispered with a giggle. "You want the tittie or the clittie?"

  "Why don't we each start with a tittie, then I'll move down to the clittie."

  "Sounds like a plan," Sophie grinned. They crawled into the bed, one on each side of her, and each took one of her nipples into their mouth. Jessie moaned, her nipples stiffened, and she shifted in the bed-but she still hadn't woken up.

  Warren reached his hand down between her legs, and found that her juices were flowing. He left Sophie to the tittie play, and moved himself down between her legs. Sophie giggled into Jessie's tit, and grabbed the one Warren had just vacated with her hand, fondling it. Warren gently spread her legs apart, moved his face in, and started licking up and down her pussy.

  That woke her up. Her eyes flew open. "HUH?" she gasped. And she looked down to see Sophie nibbling her tit and Warren doing his usual thorough job on her pussy. "What?"

  Sophie looked up, grinning. "Good morning, sunshine." She leaned up and kissed Jessie full on the lips. "This is your very special wake-up call."

  "What are you guys doing here?" Jessie asked incredulously.

  "We didn't want you to forget us while we're away on our honeymoon," Sophie giggled.

  "Fat chance of that."

  Sophie grinned, and went back to her breasts, nibbling and fondling them. Warren kept up his relentless assault on her pussy. It didn't take long before she was in the throes of a crashing orgasm.

  After she came down, Warren settled himself between her legs and slipped his cock into her waiting pussy. She moaned deeply, and Sophie moved back up to kiss her.

  After they broke the kiss, with Warren still pounding away at her, Jessie looked up at Sophie and said, "Soph? Uhm, you haven't fed Betsy in a while, have you?"

  "Nope. 15 hours or so. And boy am I full. I don't suppose you have a solution to that?' Sophie teased.

  "I think I might," Jessie grinned.

  Sophie laughed, and got on her hands and knees. She crawled over and dangled her tits right at Jessie's mouth. Jessie latched on and started draining Sophie's engorged boobs. With Sophie's tit draining her sweet milk into her mouth and Warren pounding his cock into her pussy, Jess was in heaven.

  She really hadn't expected this today!

  When they were done, about an hour later, and she was cuddled up with both of them, she said so. "I can't believe you two came in here with me. Today. On your wedding night!"

  "It's not our wedding night, it's the morning after," Warren pointed out.

  "And, don't worry, we had a wedding night for the ages," Sophia told her with a laugh.

  "Good," Jess said. "I dunno. Don't get me wrong, I'm thrilled you did this, but I didn't expect it." She sniffled a little bit. "I really love you guys."

  "And we love you," Warren told her.

  They cuddled and talked for a bit, then Warren and Sophia went back to their room to get dressed. Jessie did the same, and they met in the corridor. They headed down to brunch.

  Chapter 126 - A Honeymoon For Three

  "How's your pina colada?" Sophie asked Warren.

  "Just perfect. How's your daiquiri?"

  "Just as perfect." She leaned back in her lounge chair, letting the sun bear down on her bikini-clad body. "This is the life, isn't it?"

  "Uh-huh." He looked down in between his chair and Sophie's. "We're gonna have to put somebody in a serious bath when we get back to the room. She's covered in sand."
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br />   Sophia looked down and giggled. "Hey, Betsy. Having a good time?"

  "Mama!" Betsy chirped. She was sitting in the sand, merrily playing with it.

  "You should take her in the water, Snugglebear," Sophie suggested.

  "In a bit." He started laughing.

  "What's so funny?" Sophie asked.

  "I just keep thinking of that desk clerk when we checked in last night," Warren said with a laugh. "That was so funny. I loved it how he looked at his computer, said, 'Oh, yes, you're in the honeymoon suite, ' and then saw Betsy. And looked at the computer. And looked at Betsy. And looked at the computer."

  "I know," Sophie snorted. "Hey, you'd think we were the only people that ever had a kid before they got married."

  "Well, I don't know if bringing the kid on the honeymoon is all that common."

  "Yeah, but neither of us wanted to be away from her for a week. Plus, I'm not quite ready to wean her yet," Sophie said. "I definitely didn't want to worry about weaning on my honeymoon."

  "Hey, I wanted her here, too."

  "Dad actually questioned it," Sophia told him. "I told him, listen. We're going to Aruba. Which means we're either going to be lounging on the beach, or having sex. Betsy likes lounging on the beach, and she sleeps through the sex. So what's the problem?"

  Warren cracked up. "My sentiments exactly. Though I can't wait to tell her when she's older that she was along on our honeymoon. She should crack up at that when she's sixteen or so."

  "She's my child, Warren. Sixteen? Try twelve," Sophie said, deadpan.

  "Oh Jesus. Things to look forward to," Warren grinned.

  "We've actually never discussed that," Sophia told him. "When she gets older, I mean. When she starts getting interested in you-know-what. What do you think? How are we going to handle this?"

  "An open book," Warren said definitively. Sophie nodded in approval. "With emphasis on not getting pushed into anything she doesn't feel good about."