“Oh my goodness! You look so beautiful!” My mother stood in the doorway of the room where I stood, staring at my reflection in the big mirror in front of me. The white dress with embroidered lace seemed to shimmer as the sunlight hit it just right, making it look like I was draped in diamonds from head to toe.
“Thank you, mother,” I said, smiling. “Is everything OK?”
“Everything is perfect, sweetheart. The only thing left for you to do now is to walk down that aisle and into the arms of the man that you love.” Her voice trembled, and she beamed proudly. She walked over to where I stood, put her hands on my shoulders, and turned me around to face her. Her eyes searched mine.
“I am so proud and happy for you. I see the way that you and Kurt are together, and it makes my heart glad. I wasn’t so sure the first time that you got married that it was the right thing, but I know that everything happens for a reason.”
“Mom! You can’t be doing this to me! If I cry, my makeup will be ruined!” I started fanning my eyes furiously, willing the tears that were beginning to well up not to fall.
“I’m sorry!” My mother and I shared a hearty laugh.
“You ready?” A head peeked around the corner. It was Todd, our master of ceremonies.
Giving myself one final look in the mirror, I smiled and answered, “I am.”
I walked toward the sanctuary of the church, the heavy train of my dress dragging behind me. When I appeared in the doorway, I could feel everyone in the room gasp collectively. Classical music began to play. All eyes were on me.
But my eyes were fixed directly on Kurt, my soon-to-be husband who was standing at the altar, his face overcome by emotion. He didn’t even try to hide his admiration for me.
The ceremony began. Olivia stood next to me, my maid of honor, and Scott stood next to Kurt, his best man. We all held hands as we listened to the minister speak and remind us of how we should always love, honor, and respect each other.
“I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride.” Kurt didn’t hesitate to lean in and kiss me, dipping me backward until my head almost touched the floor. He swept me up off the ground and carried me out of the church like he had won a prize.
Our reception was beautiful, and we had so much fun. We danced the night away.
When it was time to leave, my mother took Olivia and Scott home. Kurt and I headed to the airport. We were going to Hawaii for two weeks.
“We did it, Mrs. Roberts,” said Kurt, opening a bottle of champagne that had been chilled on the plane awaiting our arrival.
“Yes, we did,” I said, looking proudly at my husband.
After the plane took off and we were flying smoothly, Kurt began to unbuckle his seatbelt and started groping me.
“Kurt, what are you doing?” I laughed.
“About to make love to my wife,” he said.
“Here?”
“Why not?”
I couldn’t think of a good reason not to. He helped me out of my dress, laid it in the aisle of the airplane, and gently laid me on top of it.
Licking his fingers, he carefully inserted them into my pussy, slowly at first and then faster. I pumped to match the movement of his hand until I covered his fingers in my hot, sticky cum. Unbuckling his pants, he fished out his dick and slid it into my creamy, still throbbing pussy.
He didn’t bother to put on a condom. He never did, these days, since we’d decided our children needed a sibling. I was so glad Olivia was doing better in school, and Scott had adjusted to having a new father, even though, of course, Kurt could never replace his real father.
I settled in to enjoy sex with Kurt. Somehow, he felt harder, thicker, filling my chamber with his manhood. I wrapped my legs around his body and held on tightly as he smoothly stroked my pussy. He looked deeply into my eyes while he did it, taking care to brush fly away wisps of hair from my face.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he said, his excitement growing. He pulled my hips onto him, rolling them in circles so that his dick could hit the hidden corners of my pussy, making my pussy walls tighten around his dick buried deep inside of me. When he started pounding my pussy for all it was worth, I couldn’t help but scream. I knew that they could hear us in the cockpit, but I didn’t care.
We both came at the same time, our first orgasm as man and wife. I could feel his hot cum pulsating inside of my tightening pussy. He pushed harder and harder with each jolt of an orgasm.
We didn’t bother getting up when we were done. Neither one of us spoke. We just laid there in each other’s arms, happy and satisfied. Mr. and Mrs. Roberts. The single dad and the flight attendant. The unlikely pair that had somehow found our way through life’s storms and made our way to love.
Thank you for reading. We appreciate your support. Love, Eva Luxe; Published by Juliana Conners’ Sizzling Hot Press.
Love, Eva Luxe and Juliana Conners