“Do you, June Cárdenas, take Kelly to be your lawfully wedded wife?” Hands clasped we looked into each other's eyes as the pastor wed us. My head was veiled and I was in an absolutely stunning dress that I chose myself, that she seemed to love, and she looked sexy as I had expected in a suit. It was a treat to the eyes every time I looked upon her. The look in June's eyes… I knew it well now. She was excited to kiss me in front of everyone we knew, and so was I, of course. Our relationship wasn't sudden, exactly, but it still came as a surprise to many. Nobody realized June liked women, I don’t even know if she did until Kelly came around. But it was the best thing that could have happened, now we were at this ceremony… of love between two women.
“I do.” It was funny, what started as me filling in for someone just for a date or two turned into me genuinely falling in love with the woman in front of me. I saw her in a completely different light, it was taboo, but I was happy with it now.
“And do you, Kelly Andrea, take June to be your lawfully wedded wife?” Of course, I did. We had already been inseparable for so long, but my heart still skipped a beat at the notion of marriage. I don’t know if my heart had truly known rest since she proposed. She was going to be my wife. And honestly, more importantly, I was hers.
“I do.” With a smile, I lifted my veil in anticipation of her lips meeting mine. Something we had done so many times.
“Then I pronounce you wife and wife. You may now kiss.” This kiss wasn't like the others. Fortunately, my wife held herself back, she knew this was an important moment, and she wouldn't let her desires completely trump it… not that I would have minded. It wasn't lust-filled, or bashful like the ones before them, it was a short, sweet exchange of a promise. To be committed to one another for the rest of our lives. Me to her… and her to me. Thinking about that causes the best feeling anyone could ever experience, we had finally made a different kind of commitment to one another than I could have ever imagined. I never imagined June getting remarried, especially not with the giddiness and youth she had now… or to me, most of all. But I'm glad she did. I'm glad she wants me, of all people, to be her… wife. That was crazy. I was someone's - my mother's - wife. Intense love like this is often described as “so wrong, yet so right” but that doesn't begin to describe how heavily it gives those two feelings. It makes for a storage of emotions that, when finally released, is completely unmatched.
“Finally, we're free of all of that. Now it's just the two of us…” We found ourselves in a hotel room. Away from the crowds, we could finally be ourselves. All of the greetings, thanking, smiling, and waving, and kissing… it was tiring. June unbuttoned her suit jacket, and her breasts finally got to let loose. It was almost as appealing as the sight of a bra being unhooked, and it was a rare sight too, I was enamored. I was laid out on the bed in my bridal lingerie, of course. It was almost ethereal, a beautiful cotton lining to contain my form, but not for long, as June climbed up on top of me and kissed me, reaching around and unhooking my bra.
“Yeah…” I just barely was about to get that out between the smacking of our lips becoming inseparable and our mouths melting into one. I had a feeling that the night of our marriage was going to be something special, I felt so… warm. Above and, of course, below.
“Now, what do you say we consummate this marriage? As wives. As family. Huh, that idea is kind of hot isn't it?” June paused for a moment, contemplating something she had just said. I knew that look in her eye though, something had awoken inside of her. Something about what we were doing became very apparent to her.
“Hmm?” I questioned that look. It wasn’t like what we were doing was that crazy… yet. I can imagine us getting…creative in the name of marriage.
“That we're family. And doing…” She reached down and caressed the outside of my pussy. “This…” I shuddered a bit as the pleasure ran up to my head, and I moaned uncontrollably. It was being family that made her so hot and bothered? I wonder if she felt the way I did all those months ago… no, it wasn’t the same, but still.
“Ahhh~ You have no idea.” I smiled as I spoke the last comprehensive word of the night as she went down on me. We were “family” now, huh.
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