We only drove around half an hour away, to an area I knew well, up a large hill that provided a great view of the city below us. Getting out, we broke open a bottle of champagne I’d kept chilled in an esky, pouring us a glass each before we just enjoyed a cuddle and kiss in silence.
“Sure you don’t want to just go home and fuck your wife?” she asked quietly, both of us immediately chuckling, “I’m going to love hearing that word, you know.”
“Waited a while to hear it, that’s for both of us.”
“Still think I’m dreaming sometimes.”
“You do look absolutely fucking stunning, Cindy. I mean, I had visions of what you might look like, but damn, I’m not sure if the word elegant, hot, sexy or sultry fits?”
She met my eyes and smirked. “Why not all four?”
My parents knew what a wedding day could be like, having insisted we take this time for ourselves before the reception, as once we arrived, we wouldn’t really get a moment to relax. Cindy enjoyed another glass before we packed everything away, helping her back into the passenger seat before I slowly drove us home.
Walking into the backyard, we were greeted by cheers, and we were quickly split up as my hand was shaken or cheek kissed, Cindy hugged and kissed by nearly everyone present. We had agreed to not have the traditional reception. I’d done it with Megan and found it overly stuffy. Cindy had no interest in any sort of sit-down meal with everything that went with it. The one tradition she did want was the first dance. Without her own father there, my father stepped forward to dance with her.
Not many dry eyes were left before I stepped in to dance with my wife. Cindy had chosen the song, though made sure it was something I did like as well. We kept dancing long after the song had finished, the DJ we’d hired ensuring he had another couple of slow songs ready in case we didn’t stop. The photographer was also there, taking more photos. Good thing she was an acquaintance of Cindy, so she was also a guest, ensuring she did take time to mingle and not working the entire time.
Once the party got started, Cindy and I took a seat, enjoyed a nibble and a drink, and could finally relax. Reception parties were notorious for being boozy. I had no interest in getting drunk nor did my wife. A few of our friends did imbibe a few alcoholic beverages but behaved themselves. I did end up dancing with a few of our friends. Alexa wanted a slow dance, hugging me tightly, no surprise I ended up dancing with Cass at the same time, both expressing how happy they were that Cindy basically got her fairy tale ending. In her eyes, she got her prince.
Not sure about that, but it was still nice to hear that all her friends still loved me.
The party didn’t go long into the night considering the neighbours. A few guests ended up in the pool, as did most of the kids, as it had been quite a warm day. The food had been excellent, my father and brother also firing up the barbecue. Plenty of alcohol was consumed. The music was good. Everyone had a great time. Couples ended up dancing together and love was certainly in the air. Once we’d eaten, Cindy rarely left my side. It helped that we all shared the same friends and there were very few secrets between us.
We had discussed just going home after the reception, but eventually agreed to spend one night in a hotel, with our honeymoon taking place in a couple of weeks. With work, we did have to organise ourselves and we didn’t want to have our wedding then just take off. We thanked everyone profusely as we were leaving, my mother, her mother and Megan’s mother insisting everything would be taken care of.
Using the same car as earlier, checking that the bags we’d prepared earlier were in the boot, I drove us into the city, as I’d made sure I booked us one of the best hotels, and having called them, got one of their best suites. Arriving in my suit and Cindy still in her dress earned some looks, the receptionist incredibly friendly as she explained what was in our room. Heading upstairs, there was no chance we’d be going to bed, Cindy leaping on me as soon as I’d shut the door behind me.
“You really need to fuck your wife now,” she insisted, “I readied myself in the bathroom back home.”
“Going to leave your dress on?”
She smiled at me. “No, I have some incredibly sexy lingerie under this. Help me out of my dress and then I’ll help take off your suit.”
Taking off her dress was surprisingly easy. Once I had it carefully placed down, she stood in front of me and posed. It was a white ensemble of bra, panties, garter belt, suspenders, stockings and heels. She noticed my reaction and giggled, immediately taking out my phone as I took an ever-increasing series of saucy snaps. Both of us turned on, we eagerly stripped me naked and fell onto the bed together.
Pulling down her panties to reveal her hard girlcock, I kissed as I gently stroked ourselves together. Lube was quickly applied before she met my eyes. “First day of the rest of our lives, sweetie,” I whispered.
“Waited all my life for today, Mark. I still can’t quite believe it.”
Kissing her softly, she kissed me back, and while we did that, I carefully slid inside her. She broke the kiss to gasp, feeling her legs immediately wrap around me. I wasn’t surprised neither of us lasted too long. Despite perhaps an idea of making love all night, it had been a very long day, and it was one hell of an orgasm on my part, while she coated her lower body in plenty of cum.
Getting up to actually explore the suite, the bathroom was enormous, and Cindy wanted to take advantage of the enormous tub. Wiping off her cum, we filled it with hot water and bubbles before I slid in first, Cindy getting in and resting back against me once she was naked. It was incredibly relaxing, laying in silence for quite a while. She eventually giggling, admitting that she couldn’t help appreciating how quiet it was.
“Guess we should take advantage of it as we’ll have a baby soon,” she added.
“If we have what you could call a ‘good’ baby, he or she will sleep through the night within a few months. Greg and Natalie had their issues, but they turned out alright in the end.”
We stayed in the water until it was lukewarm. Watching her dry off, she met my eyes and we both laughed as it was obvious that we were horny again. Taking me by the hand, she got up onto the bed on her knees, shaking her arse in my direction. “You made love to your wife before, Mark. Now it’s time to fucking nail her.”
What my wife wants, my wife gets. I built up the tempo, of course, nice and slow, enjoying the moans she made as I buried my cock deep inside her each time. When I mounted her, that’s when she knew I was going to pound her hard. “Fuck me!” she cried out, “Fuck your wife, Mark!”