Drool flooded into my mouth as I fantasized about unzipping his pants and taking his massive bulge in my hands. If we were alone, I’d race up to him, drop down to my knees and take his massive length inside my mouth. I’d lick his cock from balls to head and then back down again. After tasting the meat of his shaft with my tongue, I’d swallow his length down my throat whole.
Despite how awesome his velvet rod would feel sliding in and out of my throat, I knew it would feel even better sliding in and out of my pussy. After I had enjoyed the pleasure of sucking his cock, I had plans to enjoy the bliss of wrapping my pussy around his thick rod.
My panties grew moist with anticipation as I imagined positioning his cock head against my pussy’s outer lips and then thrusting my hips downward, impaling myself on his shaft. Oh, the delicious pleasure of being stretched by such a massive cock. Just the thought of his long length and thickness stretching me wide made my pussy walls clench.
“Mmph,” I stifled my groan of pleasure by biting down hard on my lower lip.
Trina glanced at me out of the corner of her eye and gave me a sly grin.
My clit pulsed as it grew and pressed up against the slick material of my bikini bottom. I rocked my hips back and forth as I sat on my bar stool. Grinding my clit against the slippery material sent electric bolts of pleasure shooting deep inside my pussy. My mental image of me bouncing up and down on Hale’s cock sent waves of pleasure pulsing through my sensitive nub and crashing inside my pussy.
As discreetly as I could, I stared down at the huge bulge in Hale’s pants as my inner walls spasmed and I climaxed with my fantasy of riding his massive cock.
“How’d we do?” Trina asked in her usual, low and mysterious drawl.
“What?” I stuttered while swiping my index finger over the corner of my mouth, trying to discreetly wipe away the drool streaming from my lips.
“How much money did we make at the car wash? Trina asked again, slowly enunciating every word as she glanced down at the stack of damp twenties I was clutching in my hand.
I ripped my eyes away from the big beefy bulge in Hale’s pants and glanced down at the large pile of cash sitting on the counter in front of me before speaking.
“It’s a good thing for our kids that you, Nancy and Janette had the sense to scrape all the wet money off the cement before it blew away. That money alone totaled $2700. Altogether the carwash fundraiser earned $5100 for the big band trip.”
“Too bad those retirement village guys are such assholes.” Trina lamented. “They’re big spenders. They always donate a lot of money for the kids. Perhaps we could invite them to the next fundraiser—if they promise to behave.”
Hale and I both stared at my best friend like she was insane. Trina always had money on her mind, and sometimes it made her think and say crazy things.
Rick chuckled lightly while Hale and I both rolled our eyes. Rick always laughed off the crazy stuff Trina said. He was such a sweet guy. And Trina adored him, frequently lavishing him publicly with kisses and soft touches in her naturally unabashed way. They were a perfect pair.
“We can have a double wedding,” Rick suggested out of nowhere, breaking the uncomfortable tension in the room with an even more uncomfortable statement.
“What?” Hale and I couldn’t help but blurt out in unison.
I turned to Trina and silently mouthed “What’s going on?”
I took a deep breath, ready to say my words aloud when Hale said them for me.
“Damn it. What’s going on here? What mischief have you two been planning?”
“We wanted it to be a surprise,” Trina gushed. “We already had our wedding officiant request an official marriage license for the two of you. Everything will be 100% legal. You two are ready to go—”
“We knew it would be love at first sight when you two met, but we could never convince you two to go out on a date—” Rick interrupted Trina’s explanation of their plan.
“Look at you two, you can’t take your eyes off one another.” Trina winked in my direction as I averted my eyes from the angles of Hale’s masculine face.
“We were right. You two are a perfect match,” Rick boasted while grabbing Trina around the waist and pulling her close to him.
Trina leaned into Rick and bobbed her head up and down as she spoke. “The Mail Order Husbands dating site confirmed it.”
Hale’s mouth dropped open, and he looked over in my direction with soft pleading eyes. “Are you my date for tonight, Heather?”
Before I could make a sound Trina answered for me. “Yes, she’s your date for tonight. She’s the mahogany haired seductress you’ve come here to meet—”
“Whoa!” I screamed, lifting my splayed open fingers to the sides of my face in complete confusion. “I’m not anyone’s seductress! What the hell is going on here?”
“What’s going on here is you’re ungrateful, and your panties are wet,” Trina glowered in my direction.
“What the hell, Trina?” I narrowed my vision and crinkled my nose, trying to deny the truth of my best friend’s accusation.
“C’mon, you can’t deny that you’re wet for the big blonde hunk standing in front of you.” Trina lifted one finger and winked. “Don’t make me confirm it by performing a panty check.”
I gasped at the crudeness of her gesture and Hale rushed forward pushing his way past Rick and Trina, and positioning his massive bulk between me and the soon to be newlyweds.
“That won’t be necessary,” he said gesturing in Trina’s direction. “It’s clear to everyone here that I’m attracted to Heather, and she’s attracted to me. In truth, I’ve never been so attracted to any woman in my entire life. She’s the curvy temptress of my fantasies.” Without warning, he wrapped his strong arm around my waist and pulled me close to him. My clit trembled, and I drenched my panties all over again.
Rick elbowed Trina in the side, and she elbowed him back. Then the two of them giggled like preschoolers as Hale dropped down to one knee in front of me.
“In our family, we have a long tradition of falling in love at first sight,” Hale said as he took my hands in his. “My grandparents did it, my parents did it, Rick and Trina did it, and I believe you and I have done it as well. Every muscle in my body aches to be with you. The moment I first saw you, fearlessly facing down a group of heartless men with just your two fists held high, I knew you were the woman for me. I’ve always longed to be with a woman of your strength and heart—”
My heart moved by his confession of love, I spoke up and thanked Hale again for defending me. “Thank you, my protector—”
“Shh! Don’t interrupt him,” Trina interjected and Rick elbowed her in the side.
Hale lowered his head and grinned. “I could ask you to date me, but we both know that would be a huge waste of our time. We are meant to be married. We both know it. We’re a perfect match. Heather Marissen, will you do me the honor of becoming my beautiful wife?”
My heart leaped inside my chest and wouldn’t allow me to doubt the truth. Hale Haun and I were a perfect match. I knew the wisest course of action would be to tell Hale that I needed time to consider his proposal, but the insistent beating of my heart wouldn’t allow me to do it. We had fallen in love at first sight. And we were a perfect match. What was left to consider?
“Yes, I’ll be your bride. I’ll be proud to be your loving wife,” I cried out and lifted my chin up to kiss my fiancé lips as he bent his head down and claimed my mouth with his. I felt my fiance’s cock harden and grow long inside his pants as he pressed his large body against mine.
“How many more hours before our wedding?” Hale turned to ask his brother after our lips parted.
I gazed up at my new fiancé, dumbfounded as he and his brother spoke. With my head spinning with bliss, I silently recited in my mind what was about to become my new name.
Haun, Heather Haun, Mrs. Heather Haun, Mr. & Mrs. Hale & Heather Haun, newlyweds.
Chapter 4
Curly ri
nglets of dark brown hair bounced against the soft curves of my wife’s face as I carried her over the threshold and into our hotel honeymoon suite.
The moment we crossed the threshold, and with my gorgeous wife’s delicate hands still flung around my neck, I bent my head forward and claimed her delicious lips with my mouth.
“Mmm…” I moaned into my wife’s mouth. The flavor of her peach lip gloss sweetened my palate as my tongue glided over the tops of her lips. Hungry for more of her delicious flavor, I slid my tongue inside her mouth. Warm and slippery our tongues danced inside each other’s mouths, tasting then drinking down each other’s sweetness.
“Mmm…” Heather moaned into my mouth. “I can’t get enough of the taste of your lips, my big strong husband.”
Hungrily, I thrust my tongue inside my wife again, and with quick flicks, I explored the warm wet curves of her mouth. Her hands passionately kneaded the tension from my upper back and neck as we continued to kiss and I greedily lapped at the smooth, delicate skin beneath her tongue.
Heather’s skillful massage of the scruff of my neck made the entire surface of my body chill and pebble with goose bumps. I held my woman close to me, in the security of my arms as we continued to kiss.
My cock twitched inside my pants as her tongue twirled wildly around mine, enveloping my mouth in a tornado of hunger and lust.
“You’re the best kisser,” I whimpered as Heather’s teeth grazed my bottom lip and bit down before our lips parted.
Powder pink high heels with bright ruby jewels on top wobbled against the carpet as I carefully lowered my wife’s feet to the ground. My neck immediately felt naked and lonely the second her soft fingers slid away from my skin, and she sauntered over to the bed.
A large cloud of pink tulle flew up into the air and kissed my love’s rosy cheeks as she turned around and sat down on our marriage bed.
“Will you help me take off my heels?” Heather asked as she playfully blew out a puff of air and a cloud of pink and white tulle floated down and away from her face. “This dress is so fluffy that I can’t even see my feet.” She giggled as she lifted her arms above her head and then pushed down a mountain of tulle.
Without hesitation, I stripped off all my clothes and dropped down to my knees before her, eagerly cradling the delicate curves of her feet in my hands. Carefully, I unfastened the thin pink strap of her five-inch platform bridal heels. I then securely held her ankle in my hand as I slipped off her shoe, exposing the silky skin of her foot to my touch.
“Oh, god, that feels so good,” My wife moaned as I took her soft, delicate feet in my large muscular hands and gently massaged away any tension from her tired soles. My fingers worked in twirling circular motions over the arch and top of her foot. I allowed the thick pads of my hands to rub large swaths of skin between her heels and ankles.
When my wife appeared sufficiently relaxed, I pressed her two feet together so the sides of her toes were touching and one by one I took each toe into my mouth. I took my time tasting and caressing each tiny nub with the full length of my tongue.
“Oh, no! Stop it, that tickles,” Heather giggled as I flattened my tongue and slid its length up and down the arch of each of her feet. I tortured my wife with the tip of my tongue for several more seconds before she playfully kicked my face away.
“What’s your favorite sex position?” I asked laughing as the bottom of one of her feet made contact with my forehead, and I tumbled back onto my ass.
“I’m old school. I like to lay in a soft bed and spoon during sex,” Heather said while motioning for me to hop up on the bed. “Do me a favor and unzip the back of my dress. I can’t reach it.”
Eager to get her naked, I popped up to my knees and jumped up on our massive hotel bed. “Whoa!” my wife cried out and flattened her hands against the bed, steadying herself and releasing a mountain of tulle that popped up and over her face, threatening to bury us both in an avalanche of the puffy fabric. I made quick work of unzipping the dress, and while I was back there I unfastened my wife’s bra straps as well.
“Someone’s in a hurry to see his wife naked,” Heather stood up, sauntered a few steps away from the bed and gifted me an exaggerated one-eyed wink while she started to take off her wedding gown in a slow, playful strip-tease.
“So, big boy, what’s your favorite sex position?” She said seductively while slipping the top of her wedding gown off one of her gorgeously tanned shoulders.
Not wanting to make a big deal of my inexperience in bed, I answered my sexy wife as simply and honestly as I could while I watched her strip her body naked for me.
“I don’t have a favorite position,” I said while licking my lips and drooling over the bouncing curves of Heather’s bare breasts.
“No. No, no, no. You don’t get to be shy with me, handsome. I’m your wife, and you have to share all of your sexy secrets with me. What’s your favorite position, Hale?” My wife asked again as she hooked her fingers around the sides of her panties and shimmied out of the last of her frilly pink lingerie.
My heart repeatedly crashed against my ribs, and my face burned painfully hot. I’d always worn my virginity as a badge of honor. It had been proof of my strength of character. Along with bodybuilding, it had been one of the primary ways I’d proved to myself and my family, that I was a man in complete control of his body and his impulses.
But now, kneeling on this massive bed in front of my beautifully naked wife, I didn’t feel strong or in control. I felt inexperienced and inadequate.
I tried to smile at Heather through clenched teeth, but faking my emotions only made my insides tremble and my blood boil. Fuck, what’s wrong with me. My inexperience in the bedroom and with my emotions was about to ruin my first time making love to my perfect wife.
All my gorgeous wife had done was to ask me how she could please me, and, damn it, I was already losing my cool. Something deep inside me wanted to stand up and punch the wall. Something deeper inside me wanted to stand up and bolt out the door.
I ground my teeth before setting my jaw and making peace with my emotions.
Damn it, I refuse to run away from loving my wife. We fell in love at first sight, and I know she’s the perfect match for me.
I choose to be the perfect match for Heather. I choose to harness the power of my anger and fear that threatens to explode out of every muscle in my body.
I choose to use my strength to build a strong and loving foundation for my marriage. I choose to be vulnerable with my wife and tell her the truth.
“Heather,” I revealed. “I’m a virgin.”
Chapter 5
My wife slapped her hand over her mouth and giggled.
The rapid pounding of my heart suddenly stalled, crashing against my ribs with the force of a semi barreling into a brick wall.
You’re strong enough to endure this pain. I told myself as I waited patiently for Heather’s taunting giggles to slow and eventually come to a complete stop.
“Oh, my, god, Hale!” My wife suddenly burst out into full laughter. “Can I tell you a secret?”
I clenched my jaw and mouthed “sure” trying my best to hide how devastated I was that my wife was laughing at me for still being a virgin.
“Oh, my god, Hale, this is so perfect,” She continued to laugh as she jumped up and down in front of the bed. “I’ve always wanted to make love to a virgin!”
Thank god. I exhaled the powerful blast of air I hadn’t even realized I’d been holding in. I jumped off the bed, ran over to my laughing wife and grabbed her by the waist before playfully throwing her curvy body up into the air.
“Whoa!” She screamed as I flung her body up in the air like she was a porcelain doll. “Oh, my,” she moaned as I caught her mid-air and pulled her naked body down and over my hard pecs and harder cock.
Smack! Playfully, I swatted her ass as I pulled her closer. “That’s for scaring me, funny face.”
Smack! Heather reached around and swatted me on the ass. “That�
�s for not telling me that you were a virgin before we got married.” She giggled again when she said the word virgin. “Now, go and sit on the edge of our marriage bed, husband. Your wife is going to give you your very first blowjob.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I saluted my wife and chuckled before sitting down at the edge of the bed.
“You taste delicious,” Heather confessed after popping my shaft in and out of her mouth and then licking her lips. Her fingers lightly stroked the growing length of my now lubricated shaft as she twirled tiny circles over the tip of my cockhead.
One sticky hand glided up my rod and then cradled my tender cockhead in its palm. Then one warm tongue placed long wet licks around the globes of each of my balls. I squinted reflexively as I felt my sensitive shaft grow harder and longer and my balls tighten.
I squinted, then forced my eyes open and lovingly stared down at the beautiful woman taking one of my balls in her mouth and swiping her tongue underneath it. She spat me out, then hungrily gulped my other ball, swirling her tongue around it as she sucked.
“Oh, my god!” My thighs trembled against the bed sheets. But, I sat perfectly still, delighting in every lick she gave me despite the painful oversensitivity of my flesh.
“Mmm…I love the taste of your cock, Hale.” Heather hummed the words against my long rod then she lifted my balls up and hummed the words once more against the sensitive skin just beneath my sac.
“Oh, oh, my god,” was all I could stutter. I was completely at a loss for words as she popped my cock into her mouth, and pushed herself down hard on its length. She wrapped her lips tight around me like I was a sweet sugary lollipop. She sucked and licked like she couldn’t wait to get to my creamy center.
Her mouth was pure heaven, pure bliss wrapped around my shaft. Sliding inside her mouth felt like sliding into warm comfort. Her tongue was like warm, wet love stroking the pleasure out from deep inside of me.
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