In the morning I felt fresh and clean. My mother woke up soon after me and she informed me that she felt old and ragged. Her hangover had her crawling out of bed to go into the bathroom and run the tap over her head. Other relatives were sitting in the kitchen, hunched over cups of black coffee and eating aspirins. They told me I had missed a great party and I said I'd take their word for that. Somehow this motley, seedy bunch managed to transform itself into smartly dressed men and women before it was time to go to the church. The caterers were setting up shop on the lawn, the limousine was waiting, I was in my special dress, Veronica in hers as befitted the bridesmaid, and the party left the house in a stately manner. At the church it got a little sticky when I had to walk along the aisle toward Frank, seeing on either side of me the people whom I'd fucked so recently, but I managed to keep a straight face. My father gave me away a little reluctantly, I thought, and Tim was cool toward Frank, but my husband didn't notice a thing. He kept looking at me with shining eyes. Was he happy that we were man and wife or did he just want to get into my pants?
The reception went smoothly enough, but far too quickly. I wasn't sure if I could face Frank alone in the wedding suite that had been booked for us. I was afraid I'd break down and tell him everything. No marriage should start on that foot. During the reception I looked at all my former lovers wistfully, yet already there seemed to be some distance between us. I noticed a tendency in myself to stick closer to Frank, to prefer his company to Veronica's or my father's. A gold band on my finger served as a constant reminder of my commitment but that wasn't the reason I stuck with him. It was more psychological.
He looked very handsome in his new suit, self-assured and strong, looking much more like his father than the boy who came begging at my door a few days ago. He showed no signs of eagerness or anxiety, he was charming with my relatives, witty with his friends, and considerate toward me. I didn't know what to make of this but I was glad of it. The reception drew to a close, people gathered at the end of the driveway to wave us goodbye as the limousine took us to the hotel. One night there and in the morning we would leave for Europe. I felt like crying when I looked at all those familiar faces. Why had I given them up for Frank? They could give me everything he could give, and more! Too late. We waved at the receding cluster of people, the limousine turned a corner, and we were alone.
«Well, that wasn't so bad,» he breathed, undoing his tie a little and lighting cigarettes for the both of us. «How do you feel, honey?»
«Okay, I guess.» I couldn't look him in the eye. What if he turned back into that whimpering boy once we were in the hotel suite? I couldn't live with that. Either he demanded or he didn't ask. We made some small talk about the wedding and the guests but I had to force the words out. I was so nervous that I could hardly breathe! He remarked how pale I was and tried to set me at ease by holding my hand. His hand was big, strong, and dry, not a sign of nervousness. We were ushered through the hotel, into the elevator, and from there into the bridal suite. The door closed behind us and the dreaded moment had arrived.
«Champagne?» he said. A trolley stood near the bed, laden with snacks centered about an ice bucket holding a large bottle of champagne. I accepted gratefully, thinking that this would make me worry less. I couldn't believe Frank's poise. He had taken off his tie and shoes and sat on the edge of the bed wiggling his toes and sipping at his glass. «Ah, lovely. Do you want to eat something? They laid this on so we could stay in bed as long as we felt like it, I think,» he grinned.
«No thank you.» I took in the decor and wondered what to do with myself. In the end I went over to the bed and sat beside him but there was enough space between us to drive a bus through. «Could I have another champagne, please?»
«Sure. But first you have to take off all your clothes.»
«What? Why should I do that?»
«Because I said so.» There was an edge to his voice that told me I had better not try to be cute with him. I got up and waited until he'd undone the buttons at the back, then stepped out of the dress and took off the slip, the bra, panties, hose, and whatever else was on my body. Frank nodded approvingly and handed me a refill. I sat down again, so tense now that I spilled half of it right away. If he noticed he gave no sign of it. He downed his glass, set it down, and took off his clothes. But he didn't attack me. He just sat down, poured himself another, and said how lucky it was that the sun had shone on our wedding. I agreed.
«Boy, it makes you tired, though,» he said, lying back on the bed and resting his head on the pillows. «I know you expect the honeymoon to begin right away but I'm not sure I'm up to it. Still, we have all the time in the world now, don't we?»
«Er … yes, I guess so,» I said lamely. I just couldn't work it out. Was this Frank or an identical twin he'd had hidden away for years? His cock was limp, he looked totally relaxed, so much so that I was afraid he'd fall asleep! I lay down beside him, a bit closer now, and tried to figure it out. He was no help.
Minutes ticked by. He might be dozing, I thought as I surveyed his face. That should have made me feel more at ease but somehow it was much worse this way. He ignored me! He took me for granted on the first night! I would never live this down. Still, if he thought I would try to change his mind he was crazy. I could hold out as well as he could, I would show him. But how did he get to be so calm? What had happened to his hornyness?
«Frank! What happened at that stag party last night!» I said suddenly. I blurted the words out before thinking about it, and I blushed furiously when he just grinned and said nothing. The bastard! Now he was in real trouble with me. My pussy was closed for business, for good if necessary. We lay there like two people from a Feiffer cartoon, not saying a word, not touching, just mulling. My eyes kept wandering over his nakedness, and in spite of my anger I had to acknowledge his beauty. After all those older men it was a treat to be with such a perfect body. The ridges of abdominal muscle, the full chest, smooth skin, bulging muscles in his upper arms, all of it brought out a yearning to touch, taste, and love him. But I wouldn't give him that satisfaction. Let him come to me!
Was he asleep? How he irritated me! His cock lay there like a sleeping prince waiting to be kissed into awakening. It was so thick and long, so tasty to look at that my mouth began to water. Not only that, but my pussy did the same. Even though he was unaware of me, I began to lust after him actively. I imagined how it would be to touch his fine body, to take that long dick into my mouth and to feel it harden and swell, and to have him touch me. At the same time I tried to hold back emotions, but it was no use. My pussy was dripping wet, my nipples were hard and ached for his touch, and it was all I could do just to lie still.
«Honey?» I spoke softly, almost in a whisper, so as not to wake him if he was asleep. No response. «Frank darling? Are you asleep?» Still no answer. I raised my voice and tried again but he just wouldn't come to. Once again I tried to subdue my rising passion by lying back and taking no notice of his presence. But even when I closed my eyes I could feel his body so near me, sense its masculine power, and my imagination filled in the missing details, such as that magnificent cock. «Frank, please, wake up!» I cried, grabbing hold of him and shaking him. «I must have you, you're driving me crazy!»
He mumbled something and tried to turn over on his side but I wouldn't have it. «No you don't! Wake up, Frank, and be like a husband to me. I can't take it any longer.» Perhaps he was secretly drunk. That would explain his new-found cool. With a snort of disgust I let him drop and tried to sort out my thoughts. What the hell, if he wanted to sleep let him. By the same token, if I wanted to make love I would. I took hold of his cock with one hand and rubbed it as though it was a magic lamp, to find it much more responsive than the rest of my husband. A few caresses and it began to swell quickly. But I wanted to feel it expand inside my mouth so I hurried down and took it all inside. It throbbed and grew rapidly, filling my mouth, pushing its way down my throat. Now I could blow him in style. I knew how to relax my throat muscles, how to use my tongue and teeth, and Frank would find out in the course of this blow job that he had married a real woman, one with real needs.
Even though Frank still wouldn't move, the fact that his cock was as hard as rock was enough to spur me on. I gave it my best, closing my lips hard just below his knob and tugging at it, blowing on it, running my tongue in spiral from the tip right down the thick stalk to the hairy base and back, I used my fingers, my cheeks, everything to make his cock feel nice. I felt very happy in my work. My body throbbed in time with his cock, I was as taut and hot as it was, and making love to my own husband thrilled me deep down.
«Hey, didn't I tell you the honeymoon would start later!» Frank sat up and pushed my head away from his stiff cock. «You better learn to do as I say, girl, or there's going to be a lot of friction!»
«Frank, no, how could you!» Now I was really hurt. I reeled back and lay along the foot of the bed in a state of shock. «That's cruel as hell!»
«Is it really? Good, because I want to make my point very clear. I say when we make love and I say when we don't! Now come up here, lie down, and wait. I may change my mind and I may not. It all depends on how I feel.» I obeyed meekly but inside I was in a rage. I almost wanted him to turn back into the groveling boy. My body was in a raging turmoil, I'd had a taste of him and I wanted more, more, more! His cock declined slowly, jerkily, and it was like watching a stately vessel sink. I wanted to cry. This was turning into the most miserable night of my life. If only he would change his mind! I was powerless to influence him, however, because I was already naked and I'd already played my trump card by trying to blow him. What a fool I'd been.
«Okay, go back down on me,» said Frank out of the blue. «Get me hard and I'll think about it some more.»
«Do you mean it, Frank?» I was so relieved and delighted that I actually felt he was doing me a great favor. I went down on him at once and now I treated his cock like royalty! I washed it with my tongue, dried it with my breath, fondled it with all ten fingers, loved it and lavished it with tender care. I kissed his balls, his asshole, his thighs, I rubbed my face against his belly and took his entire cock down my throat to make my muscles pullulate about his sensitive knob, and my enthusiasm was so great that I actually came in the process!
«That's very good,» he said, and I noticed that some of the ice had gone from his voice, that it quavered just a little. «But I think my ass needs a bit more work.»
«Right away, darling!» With the same zeal I descended to his asshole and poked my tongue deep into the already wet sphincters. I loved his musky, stuffy odor, the hairiness of his cheeks and the surprising softness of his anus. His cock towered high above my face and his balls dangled down, enticing me to lick them at intervals. But I really gave it to his asshole, working my tongue around and inside it until he was squirming with pleasure. He couldn't maintain his front now, he was too far gone. But so was I. In the back of my mind I realized he'd done a number on me but that didn't matter; or rather, it made me all the happier.
When he finally consented to fuck me I was so hot that it only took one good stroke to set me off. I'd had some good lovers in my hectic week, perhaps some great ones, but Frank blew them all away with that first deep thrust. It was as though he'd opened the door leading to a burning room, letting in a burst of oxygen that turned the fires into a roaring conflagration, and once he'd done that nothing could fight my fire but his mighty cock. It entered me deeper and deeper with every stroke, always promising a heavy load of soothing sperm, always withholding it.
But I could wait a little longer. All that mattered to me was that he was on top of me, that his cock was inside me, and that he was in my arms. «Frank!» I moaned, only half aware of what I was saying. «You're the one, there'll never be anyone else!»
«There had better not be!» he panted, driving his cock relentlessly into my cunt, fondling my tits with both hands and occasionally bending down to suck at my hard nipples. «From here on in it's you and me, Jackie, nobody else.»
«Oh Frank, that's wonderful! I love you, Frank, do you know that? I love you! Oh, Frank, Frank, it feels so great, you're such a good lover!» Every word came from the heart. In between mountainous waves of passion I thought back over past affairs and they seemed very petty suddenly, just practice sessions for this event. When he came I was completely done, there was nothing left to be satisfied or loved, and the only surviving urge was to be close to the man who had made me feel so great.
We made love often that night. The snacks, as it turned out, came in as handy as K-rations on a forced march. Without them we might not have survived. But before we finally fell asleep I couldn't help but wonder what had caused such a change in my husband's behavior. Was that a natural part of getting married? Surely not.
Late the next morning I heard the bedside phone ring. Frank picked it up and I heard him say hello to his father. The conversation that followed provided me with the answer to my question. «Yes Dad, yes it worked fine … yeah, yes, that's right … she loved it … okay, and thanks again for the advice, Dad.» I made sure he wouldn't know that I was awake by turning over and smacking my lips sleepily and snoring a bit. But inside I was smiling. With a father-in-law like that, how could our marriage fail?