by Morgan Henry
They had pulled up to the arena in Port Seguin. The sign proclaimed the name of the band that was giving a concert tonight.
Karen gasped, her eyes wide, and she bounced in the car seat. “Really? You got tickets? I thought they were sold out!”
“Got them a long time ago. I wanted to go and I hoped you would, too. Zander would hate this.” Allan laughed. Zander would consider an evening listening to this the worst form of torture imaginable.
They went in and Allan couldn’t help the feeling of pride and satisfaction that he could take his lovely woman to the second row, center stage. When Karen realized the spectacular seats were theirs, she gave him a full body hug. There was a little glisten of tears in her eyes that made his chest tighten, and he lingered, holding her.
The concert was great. The band started off energetic and the fun didn’t stop until after the encore. At the first song, the audience was up and out of their seats, swaying and dancing. Having Karen by his side so obviously enjoying herself made the evening that much more fun for Allan. This was so much better with her than with anyone else he could have brought.
After the intermission, Karen returned to their seats after her bathroom break with a new CD and souvenir hoodie for him. He was surprised and it gave him a funny feeling deep inside to have a gift from her. A good feeling. And she had restrained herself to getting him a dark red hoodie, as opposed to some of the other, brighter colors available that would have greatly appealed to her. She laughed at him and said he had too many blue items of clothing.
They returned to the house late.
When they reached the kitchen, Allan couldn’t keep his hands to himself any longer. He wanted her with a fierceness that had kept growing through the evening. He loved Karen so much it felt like his body was too small to contain the emotions reserved for her.
He crushed her body against him and kissed her hard, trying to communicate the depth of his love through the press of his lips on hers. She went soft against his hardness and her hips involuntarily undulated against his.
“Love me, Allan.”
“Yes, sweetness. Always.”
He reached down and grasped the hem of her dress and slowly drew it up. He loved her lush thighs. He pulled it higher and revealed dark blue lace panties.
“Oh, Karen.” He kissed the lace panel on the front.
“You’ll like the top, too.” Her voice was deeper, thick like the chocolate sauce she liked so much.
He pulled the dress off and sure enough, she had on a lacy bra to match the panties. The cups plunged to a deep V in the front and barely skimmed her nipples. He slid a finger inside that sexy lace and was rewarded when her already erect nipples poked out even more.
“You’re overdressed,” Karen noted in that sexy voice.
Allan quickly shucked his clothing, forgetting to take off his shoes in his haste to get naked, resulting in an awkward moment of shoe removal with his pants around his ankles.
“I love that I make you so eager you forget how to dress.” Karen’s eyes held a glorious mixture of mirth and love. It made his breath catch.
He laughed at himself and walked Karen backward to the kitchen island. When she bumped the edge, he reached up to unclasp her bra. Easing it off, he licked his way from her neck to a nipple. Tossing the bra aside, he made sure to pay equal attention to both of her perfect tits.
When she was mewing and gasping for breath, he eased her onto the counter. Placing her ass at the edge he caressed her soft belly, marveling at the silkiness of her skin. She smelled nice. Whatever her perfume was, it suited her. Somehow it smelled pretty and fun, and when mixed with the scent of her pussy it was amazing.
He slid the blue lace off her mound and down her legs. He took a good whiff of them then tossed them over his shoulder.
He spread her legs, hooking them under his arms. Leaning down he admired her pussy. He liked her neat triangle of curls. It made it clear he was dealing with a real woman. Her folds were puffy and pink, her clit just starting to emerge from hiding. A little trickle of sweet cream exited her hole.
That did it. He swiftly bent and licked up that tasty juice before it was wasted. Sucking and licking, he feasted on Karen. He loved every moan, cry, and breathy “Allan” he heard from her.
He brought her to the brink of orgasm twice. She actually cursed at him when he backed off the second time. He almost laughed, but he had plans. He wanted her orgasm to rock her world when she came, and holding her off a couple of times would make it intense.
He pulled her body up and slammed her down on his cock, filling her quickly and completely. God, she felt incredible. Every. Single. Time.
Her soaking pussy gripped him tightly and she shrieked his name. He had to hold still for a moment to keep from spilling his load immediately. He breathed heavily as he concentrated on holding back.
He held onto Karen and turned around, pushing her against the fridge for support. He began to piston in and out of her fabulous pussy. The heat and friction massaged his cock into nirvana.
“Hold on to me, love.” Allan let go with his right hand and slipped it between their bodies. He pinched her clit, once, twice then hard a third time. She screamed and as her pussy clamped down on him, she triggered his own orgasm.
The pleasure lashed through him, coiling around his balls and shooting down his cock and outward to the rest of body, leaving him breathing hard and shaking.
Karen clutched him and was whispering her love into his ear. His softening cock slipped out of her and they both moaned. He couldn’t remember ever feeling so cherished by a woman and at the same time so grateful that he could cherish her in return.
“I love you so much, Karen.”
Chapter 27
Fall was in full swing. The days were crisp, the leaves had turned, and there was frost most mornings. Karen had taken the Saturday off work—something she could do now and not feel anxious about it. She and Hanna had gone shopping for a pretty dress for her, including new shoes, and had some serious spa time.
They were both booked for a manicure, pedicure, facial, and to have their makeup done. Hanna wanted to try out the makeup services for her own wedding, so Karen was happy to give it a shot.
When all was done, she was actually pretty pleased at how she looked. The guy that looked after her didn’t cake on the makeup. It was beautiful and understated at the same time. It was her, just more her.
After a light dinner together, they headed back to the house, giggling away. When they pulled up to the driveway, Karen couldn’t help but notice there seemed to be a few cars around.
Allan and Zander met her at the vehicle
“How was the trip?” asked Zander.
“Get a pretty dress?” added Allan.
“You look awesome, by the way,” Zander said as he elbowed Allan in the ribs.
Karen laughed at their enthusiasm. “Yes, we had a lot of fun. And thank you. I feel kind of pretty. And I really like the dress.”
“Great!”
“Yeah, great!” Zander echoed Allan.
Karen narrowed her eyes. “What the heck is up with you two? You’re fidgeting away like a two-year-old that has to pee.”
“We have a little surprise for you.” Allan pulled a silk scarf out of his pocket and tied it around Karen’s eyes.
“What’s up with this?” she asked with a little laugh, reaching for the blindfold.
Zander grabbed her hand and gave her a little smack on the ass. “Bad girl!’ he said lightly, then kissed her neck.
He enveloped her in his arms and carefully walked her…around the house, she thought. Yep, she knew it when she felt her shoes on the patio stones. Allan took over and carefully maneuvered her to where they wanted. Now she was the one fidgeting like a two-year-old as she waited for them to remove the blindfold. And, damn it, they were taking their sweet time.
She was opening and closing her hands, trying not to snatch the blindfold away from her face. She heard the men chuckle and the chairs
of the patio set scrape.
“Stay still,” warned Allan.
Karen gave a little growl and heard Zander snort with laughter.
“Okay, take your blindfold off now.” At Zander’s words, Karen’s hands flew to the scarf and she snatched it off.
The first thing she saw was Allan and Zander kneeling at her feet with the box that held her engagement pendant open. Then she saw the glow from a zillion little strings of lights around the backyard and patio. Then she saw the tent with several dozen of their friends silently looking at the three of them.
Karen was sure she looked like a total idiot. Mouth open, eyes wide and brain empty. “What?” was all she could come out with.
“Karen, we love you and wanted your wedding to be special, not just a few words in the town office,” began Allan.
“And we also knew you didn’t want a huge fuss or to have to plan a big gathering, so we thought we would do it for you,” continued Zander.
“So, will you do us the honor of becoming our wife?” Allan asked.
“Right now, tonight?” added Zander.
“This is our wedding?” whispered Karen in wonder.
“Yes, if you’ll agree,” said Zander.
“Please, sweetness, agree,” pleaded Allan.
Insight flashed into her. She had been avoiding planning a wedding because she didn’t believe it would really happen. Now it was here, and her pounding heart, her tears, and the giant lump in her throat were for joy.
“Yes.”
Zander leapt to his feet. “She said yes!” he shouted enthusiastically to the crowd.
As they cheered, Allan put the pendant around her neck. She hugged him fiercely as he whispered for her to go and get changed.
Zander gave her a wicked kiss before handing her off to Mary, who hauled her upstairs.
* * * *
Mary had Karen’s dress laid out on the guest bed for her and the new shoes out as well. Hanna joined them with a bottle of wine open and three glasses.
“Congratulations, my wonderful sister,” Mary toasted her. “I’m so very happy for you.”
“Thanks, Mary. I’m so glad you’re both here.” Karen raised her glass to her sister and her best friend.
Hanna laughed. “I can’t believe you didn’t catch on!”
“Honestly, I had no idea. You’re pretty sneaky with the ‘I just want to try this spa for my wedding’ thing,” Karen said with mock severity.
“Oh man, you are so gullible. Allan and Zander have been sneaking around for weeks. Marg and Sara have been in on it since the beginning, as have the two of us.” Hanna looked like she was enjoying Karen’s shock way too much.
“Allan and Zander really worked hard. They organized the tent, bar service, snacks for afterward, music, and the JP. They had a party service do the decorating but they had Hanna and I help pick out what we all thought you would like. They didn’t want you to have to worry about anything, but they wanted to give you something at least a little special.” Mary was talking too fast. “Are you okay with this?”
“Okay? It’s amazing. More than I would have planned, but I really like it. I love, and I mean really love, that I didn’t have to worry about it all.”
“Well then get dressed!” ordered Mary. “Do you want to keep them waiting forever?”
“Okay!” Karen stripped out of her jeans and gasped when Mary got out a beautiful lace panty and bra set.
“Oh come on.” Mary rolled her eyes at Karen. “You are not getting married in a plain bra and some weird panties that have flashing lights and say ‘Happy Halloween’ on them or something.”
“They like my funny panties.” Karen stuck out her lower lip.
“Yeah, well, they’ll like these, too,” Hanna said drily. “Grab a very quick wash, but don’t mess up your hair or makeup, and get into the lingerie.”
Karen was careful, and she had to admit the lingerie made her feel pretty sexy. She slipped the dress over her head. It was a beautiful rich orange with darker orange embroidery scattered over the dress. It had a plunging neckline that crossed under her breasts in a high waist. Karen loved it. She thought it made her boobs look good and her waist and hips look smaller. It stopped just at her knees and she had some great heels to match. Her pendant hit just the right spot on her chest to catch the eye. She pulled on a pair of sparkly earrings and was ready.
Hanna went downstairs to let them know she was coming.
Mary stopped her before she started down. “Mom and Dad wouldn’t come, but I’m thinking you guessed that,” she said quietly.
“Yeah, I figured this would be the last straw for them.” Karen was sad, but she had known this would likely happen.
“None of Zander’s family came either, but Allan’s family is here. And I’m here,” Mary gave her a weak smile.
“I’m glad. And I’m so happy you’re standing up with me.”
“Are you sure you don’t want Hanna? She’s been your friend for a long time.”
“You’ve been my sister for longer.”
Karen could see a tear well up in Mary’s eye. Mary sniffed before she spoke. “Well. Anyway, the plan is for me to wait down by the JP and the three of you will walk up the aisle together.”
“Wait, which one am I actually marrying on paper?”
“I’ve been sworn to secrecy.”
Chapter 28
Allan watched Karen come downstairs. She looked stunning. He couldn’t have come up with the words to describe how beautiful she was. The color was perfect on her and the dress seemed to serve up her best assets like a chef plating up a gourmet meal.
“Wow.” Apparently Zander was feeling equally as eloquent.
“Wow, yourself. You two look pretty damn hot,” Karen said with an admiring look.
They were both dressed in black trousers, dress shoes, and pressed white shirts. They had on ties with fall leaves on them, so they kind of matched Karen’s pretty dress. The dress that hugged her curves and flaunted them.
“Glad you approve,” said Allan.
“I more than approve. You two are lickable.” To prove it, Karen licked her lips.
“Don’t be doing that before the ceremony,” Allan warned her.
Karen giggled. Allan’s heart swelled seeing her so happy with their surprise. He and Zander stepped forward and each took a hand. “C’mon.”
Allan was a little surprised that his heart rate had sped up and there was something that might have been called butterflies in his stomach. The flapping things were mixed up with happiness, so that made it okay, though, right? He patted Karen’s hand on his arm, just to make her feel better. Yeah, right.
They went to the French doors in the kitchen and opened them. The trio stepped out onto the patio. An instrumental version of “It Had to Be You” began to play as they walked across the patio and down the aisle marked by ribbons on the floor of the tent.
The thousands of tiny lights twinkled through the garden, casting a fairylike glow. Allan and Zander knew how much Karen loved bold hues, so they had specifically requested this from their decorator. Fall flowers were all over the place in glorious shades of yellow, orange, and red. There were tall sunflowers and gladiolus, cheery mums and zinnias, and huge dahlias. Garlands of fall leaves were strung around the top of the tent. It was a slightly chilly evening, but there were outdoor heaters unobtrusively located as well as several fire bowls that added to the ambiance.
The tent was set with a number of tables and chairs, but the center was bare. A Justice of the Peace was waiting at the far end of the tent in her official robes. She was standing in front of a huge fake fireplace mantle against the tent wall. It was white but had been covered in the bold flowers and candles shielded by hurricane glass. Where the fire would have been, there was a wrought-iron tree with places for at least a dozen lit tea lights.
Zander, Allan, and Karen stopped in front of the JP and their friends gathered loosely behind them.
The JP smiled at the trio. She was an ol
der woman that Allan knew Karen would recognize from the store. The JP had joked that she would consider accepting her fee in chocolates. Her natural warmth and the way the corners of her eyes crinkled when she smiled made a little of Allan’s nerves disappear.
“Welcome friends and family of Karen, Allan, and Zander. You have been called to witness a very special event, the joining of these three in marriage.
“No, I have not completely forgotten the laws of marriage in this province, but I am able to acknowledge the firm desires of this trio.
“In accordance with the wishes of Karen, Allan, and Zander, they will all recite their marriage vows to each other aloud as is required by law, but they will keep to themselves and their witnesses the participants in the legal marriage documents. This will fulfill the law and provide for their wishes in a ceremony that joins the three of them.”
Allan looked down at Karen’s face. Upon hearing these words, she gave a tiny gasp and her eyes filled. He carefully eased a handkerchief out of his pocket and gave it to her.
At the pause, the guests gave a murmur of approval and a little applause. It gave Karen a chance to compose herself.
“I love you both for this,” she whispered.
At those words, the JP’s smile grew wider. “I can see this meets with the approval of all here. Not surprising in the town of Hardwick Bay.”
She proceeded to have Allan, Karen, and Zander recite their vows to one another publicly.
Karen spoke in a clear, strong voice. “I, Karen Winsor, declare that there are no impediments to prevent this marriage from taking place. I do take you, Allan March, to be my lawful husband. I do take you, Zander Winters, to be my lawful husband. I promise to love, cherish, and support you in all your endeavors and through any challenges until death parts us.”
Allan’s hands tightened on Karen’s as he heard her speak the vows. He could see that Zander’s fingers had tightened as well. When it was his turn, he had to clear his throat of the powerful emotions running through him. It may make him a jerk, but a little part of him was happy to see that Zander seemed to be having the same troubles.
