This
work of
adult fiction, loosely based on
characters portrayed by Russell Crowe, includes adult language and
experiences;
you have been warned.No
copyright
infringement on the original work is intended. Copyright Diana Walker 2007.
DIANA I
suppose the first action Terry and I accomplished as man
and wife was walking up the aisle together.
I loved his choice for the recessional.
I was finally starting to think I’d won the jackpot. He
hadn’t; he’d won me. After three years, you’d
think he’d
understand what a mess he had on his hands.
That was the amazing part. He
knew and still wanted me.
Our smiles were for each other as we swept past the
congratulations from our family in the first few benches. Perhaps we should have lingered with them; we
hadn’t planned on a receiving line at the Bellagio, but we would mingle as the
tables were so small and the room so large.
We would have plenty of time for conversation there. We sailed past the smiles from the Bellagio
representatives and the knowing nods from the Lizotte clan. I propelled us past Joe Lizotte who closed
the doors, leaving us alone.
I was a woman on a mission.
All I needed was five minutes alone with my husband before the maelstrom
could start again. Our height difference has always annoyed me when I’ve wanted
to kiss him. In bed, I have the
slithering up and down the sheets down to a science. Standing up he has to angle and bend or I
have to find an elevated surface for our lips to meet; that's even with me in
heels. It seemed only fair that on our
wedding day the laws of physics should not have to apply.
Stepping as close into Terry as I could, I gave a fair
imitation of a prima ballerina en pointe. I stretched every bit of length out of my
spinal column and neck. I tilted my chin
to the tops of the willow trees surrounding the chapel. Terry helped me stay close to his height with
his arms around my waist, supporting my elongated form. All he had to do was drop his head slightly
to take my first kiss as his wife. I
didn't count the little peck inside the chapel as the totality of our first
kiss; it was a nice start but not nearly enough.
My mouth opened inches away from his as my eyes closed. He was as eager for me as I was for him, and
he accepted my lips and tongue hungrily.
There was no dueling for supremacy, only two people who had declared
their love in front of a crowd of people now affirming it physically to each
other. We both knew this kiss could lead to nothing further for the
moment; it had to stand on its own. Our
lips joining had to be and say everything for the time being. I wasn’t trying to seduce him; I was giving
him all of me, and he accepted. The
continued kiss was as hot as the Las Vegas afternoon.
I began to break off with feather light touches to his
tongue and lips before I joined our right cheeks together. He must have shaved right before he left for
the church because there wasn’t a hint of stubble. If he’d shaved when he first woke up this
morning, he’d already be feeling rough to my skin. “Boomer, I love you.
I never thought I could have ever found a man so perfect for me as
you. I’m so grateful for every moment
you’ve given me.” Dammit! I felt tears prick my eyes again. This time I would not cry. I didn’t want
Terry’s overriding memory of our wedding to be me crying though it probably
would.
He separated our faces, conscious of the pictures we had yet
to take and the possibility his fast growing beard might chafe my skin or at
the very least mar my make-up, and released his hold on me. “Most wedding ceremonies are for the bride,
and the wedding night is for the groom.
Once again, Lady, we’re turning convention on its ear. “I
know this ceremony was more for me than you.” I shook my
head in a broad ‘No.’ Terry nodded ‘Yes’
for each of my negatives
and continued. “Lady, our wedding night
will be for you.”
I might have believed him if I hadn’t felt his dick stir at the thought.
RECEPTION “Do you think they decided to go straight up to the suite?”
Ellie asked Dino.
The pictures on the grounds had been a raucous affair. The Thorne chosen family had stood behind the
Lizotte photographers. The family’s
shouted jibes made sure Terry and Diana were always in mid-laugh for all of
them. Each individual family group had a
photo snapped with the bride and groom, and the group picture resembled a grade
school class picture with all the attendant good natured jostling that
entailed. Father Ben got his pretty
picture of Terry and Diana kneeling at the altar once the Little Church of the
West’s caretaker’s shack had its lock picked by the groom and his partners and
his ladder appropriated for the Lizotte stills guy. After all the pictures had been taken, the guest and bridal
party cars had left the Little Church of the West grounds together. Terry and Diana’s had been last in the
procession. No one noticed when Joe passed
the Bellagio and made a left for a trip to the hills. A thirty minute wait for the bride and groom
to enter the Monet Room made the guests ready to start the party without them. “They might have. I
don’t think he wants to hear my toast.”
Dino ran a finger around his collar.
“Screw ‘em. The Lizottes’ are
still here filming. The Thornes’ can watch
how good their reception was on their DVD.”
Dino and Ellie started on opposite sides of the room
formulating revised party plans with the guests. The roast Diana and Terry would receive in absentia stopped in its tracks when
they quietly arrived and began reading the rude comments being written over the
writers’ shoulders. They were thronged. Instead of a receiving line, they formed a
receiving cluster.
“Glad
you decided to join your own party, Tio. We were wondering where
you’d gone.” Dino waggled his eyebrows for good
measure. While Ellie hugged Terry and then Dee, Dino
grasped Terry’s hand and patted his shoulder.
“I’ll save my good words for my toast.”
The hug Dino bestowed on Diana was filled with warmth and a
hint of longing. As they separated,
Diana defined their relationship once again.
“Dino, I love that you are my best male friend. I’m glad that Terry and I have finally found
the joy you and Ellie have together.” A
small reminder on Diana’s part might add some mortar to the chinks she and
Terry had seen developing in the O’Reilly marriage. She kissed Dino’s cheek and gave him a gentle
nudge towards his wife.
Diana blushed, and Terry answered for them. “Diana had a CD she wanted me to hear so Joe
took us once round the park. We thought
you lot would never miss us.”
“We have many good wishes yet to bestow on you. My wife has laboured long over her
toast.” Max had Emily in his arms. She reached for Diana.
Reags took her daughter instead. “Oh, no, Little Girl. We’re not chancing you burping on Dee’s
dress. No one in Dallas will care what
I’m wearing; any blue dress will do for
me. Everyone will want to see THE dress
your Auntie Dee was wearing when she made an honest man out of Uncle Terry.”
Even though Diana and Reagan’s hug was one armed with Diana
held well away from her god-daughter, the absolute love and trust between the
two was apparent. Emily had one chubby
arm wrapped around her mother’s neck, and chubby fingers grasped Diana’s
fingers. Emily was staking her claim to
become the third party in what had once been a two person partnership. Reags started what would have to be a shortened chat about
the wedding. “Since I may not have
another chance to talk to you later, thank you again for choosing the Trumpet
Voluntary for me. I’m not sure you saw
me say it before I left for the walk.
Max and Bill were making you laugh.”
“I couldn’t hear you walking down a church aisle to anything
else, and no, I didn’t see you. Bill was
telling me I could still run, and Max was telling us that he would carry us
both if I even considered it. Bill was
joking; I don’t think Max was, but what the hell do I know? “No last words of advice?”
“You’re on your own now.
What happens between you and Terry now is yours. It has been for a long time.”
They smiled at each other until Henry interrupted.
“Thank you for including me in the sacrament. Dad says you were the one who insisted on the
‘children’s children’ inclusion. Dad
also says I can kiss his bride.”
*
Dino
tapped his water glass and cleared his throat. Time to showcase
the public speaking skills Terry
had taught him over the years. “I’ve
been asked by the bride and groom to hurry the toasts along. I
have no idea why.” The younger crowd assumed Terry
wanted no
part of Diana’s hungry crankiness. The
older couples hoped the hunger they’d seen in Diana’s eyes
didn’t erupt into a
physical manifestation, and they certainly didn’t mean the hors d’ oeuvres sized portions of Beef Wellington, steak au Poivre,
and surf and turf they’d consumed for the wedding dinner.
“I know none of us were there when Terry and Dee first met,
but they tell me it was a lasting impression.
Terry used the bruise from their first bumping into each other as an
excuse not to work out for months.”
Missing from Dino’s toast was any hint of his own part in
their formal introduction.
“We’ve all seen examples of Terry’s patience. Little did we know that he would wait three
years for Dee to return to his life. Dee’s
unwavering ethical code wouldn’t let her hack into the Pentagon’s files to find
the man she couldn’t forget.” Dino’s
head shake at their foibles expressed everyone’s worry that neither would find
the person each needed to complete their lives.
“Then, after the longest courtship, if you can call it that,
in memory, for them to pull together the perfect wedding in any city in twelve
hours is a testament to them.” “I know that if we were to write the qualities we wanted for
each of them to find in a mate, at the bottom of each column in the spreadsheet,
because we would be drawn to Excel by some unseen force, we would find Terry’s
name for Dee and Dee would appear for his.
They’re equally yoked for mental acuity.
When Terry tries to be a slug, Dee spurs him to action. Terry has brought a more social butterfly out
of the farm girl Dee had become.
“Some couples are opposite sides of the same coin. Terry and Dee are the only pieces of a two
piece jigsaw puzzle that constitutes a marriage. Separately they make a pretty picture, but to
those of us looking on, there’s something missing. When they came together, we all could see
they fit perfectly, and the whole image makes more sense than the two pieces.
“Please raise your glasses with me. Now that they have taken the plunge, I have
no doubt of this marriage lasting. To Dee
and Terry.”
Reags rose as Dino took his seat as if they had rehearsed
the timing. “This should not be taken as
unwanted advice. There are four things you must do. Lie, steal, cheat, and drink. “When you must lie, do it only to save a friend. With this day, another definition of the word
‘lie’ is offered. Always lie in the arms
of the one you love. I know there will
be times you won’t be together physically, but I do know since the night you
met you have always lain in each other’s hearts. Dee’s cautious nature took her much longer to
admit to herself where her heart resided.
“When you must steal, steal away from bad company. I know you will always be close to those in
this room. I know it’s difficult for
either of you to ask for help. Now that
you’re married, there will be very few things you’ll need from us, but always
remember we’re here.
“The cheating is easy.
Cheat death for I can’t imagine one of you without the other.
“Drink in the moments that take your breath away. Terry has already started that tradition
today with his first look at Dee.
“To Terry and Dee. Long life and much more
love.”
*
In
a sense of expediency, Terry waltzed Diana to the cake as
their first dance. They’d been with
their friends long enough and were quite anxious to have their
privacy. Sooze, with Sarah’s whispered assistance, had
finally rationalized away her fears of having Dolores see all the
public parts
married love could have; Dolores no longer had to peer around her
mother to
watch Terry and Diana’s interactions.
The Lizotte camera flashes caught the glint from Terry and
Diana’s four rings when his left hand over hers cut the cake. Diana wouldn’t know for a year that Terry had
picked out the cake knife and server for her; he’d actually seen her hand under
his when the bakery had shown the set to him.
They felt as right when he handled them as when he bought his Browning
deer rifle. Diana fed Terry his piece of cake. His fingers encircled her wrist to restrain
any wild urges she might have to start a food fight. Then he ever so slowly licked the icing from
her fingers while holding her eyes with his.
Each woman there adjusted her stance unconsciously. Dino, Max, Bill, and Junior would have him to
thank for their wild night. No one, not even Diana or Terry, had taken his vow ‘to obey’
seriously. Whether the way Terry fed
Diana was intentional was anyone’s guess, but it was
a rejection of obedience.
He held the cake in his fingers; it might as well as been in the palm
of
his hand. Diana had to make the effort
to eat what he held for her. He
literally had her eating from his hand whereas Diana had fed him - very
much a symbol of their relationship. A second before
Terry’s fingers were in Diana's
mouth, Sooze began hustling the crowd away.
Joe was as good as his word about his cousins’ discretion in
knowing which photos to take. They, too,
melted away, but they did hear the quiet groan that Terry couldn’t stop.
When Terry and Diana rejoined the group for the obligatory
dances, Dino asked Diana about their honeymoon plans.
“We’re going nowhere out of the country until I get my
passport changed.”
Dino’s furrowed brow asked for his confusion to be
lifted. Terry’s satisfied face could
have told Dino the answer if he’d paid attention at the church. Reags told him the answer from where she and Terry
were dancing nearby.
“Her
married name is Diana Lynn Thorne.” Reags gave the carrot
hair a soft thump. “She’s taking Terry’s
name.”
“You’re shitting me!”
Diana
looked amused and serene at the same time. “Who’da
thunk it, huh? The biggest libber of the group, and I give
up my name willingly. Pretty cool.”
DIANA Terry
and I melted away from the reception with the same
lack of fanfare as we’d arrived. Dino
was our unwitting accomplice. Reception
music hadn’t been high on our priority list, and anything the DJ
had in his
repertoire would suit someone in our eclectic group. When we
first arrived we’d handed the DJ his
own copies of our two compilation CD’s.
Dino’d finally recognized the first CD I’d made for Terry
and put two
and two together – I’d made a wedding CD.
He dragged us to the DJ and wanted to hear “the wedding
one” with our
comments. Terry slipped out the nearby
door with a quick wave and grin to Henry, and I had the DJ cue up a
song I
thought would keep Dino occupied. It
did. It also helped that the DJ had Dino slip on a set of
headphones for his own private concert while the rest of the party
rocked on. I would have waved to Reags, but
Emily’s lack of a nap and emerging fussiness occupied the Espan
family’s full
attention.
It’s damn hard to sidle out a door in a ball gown, but as
soon as Terry heard the handle move, he had it opened just wide enough for the
sweeping hem to crush through and had forced the pneumatic closer to latch
quietly behind me.
For
a couple giddy with the love they’d just declared in
front of God and everybody, it was a quick few steps down a deserted
hallway to
the elevator. It was either my butt or
Terry’s hand mashing the elevator call button.
My hands were busy with his tie and shirt studs; Terry was busy pulling
me into him. As long as we went no farther with our foreplay,
Bellagio Security had no reason to care about us. Terry must have
opened his
eyes sometime while he was kissing me to check that the car actually
arrived when
the outer doors opened; we weren’t plunged into the greasy depths
of the
Bellagio mechanical system.
I do know his lips were on my neck, and I was breathing very
hard when we heard the titters coming from the two older couples who had been
thrilled at their luck with having an elevator waiting for their arrival. Terry twisted slightly away from me, enough
so some of my wedding dress and his tux were visible. Why else would two adults be making such a
spectacle of themselves with no alcohol involved in the late afternoon? Terry must have smiled at them; I saw the
crinkles at the corner of his eye.
“Harold, stop gawking.
Have you forgotten how eager you were when we left our reception?
“We’ll wait for the next one, Dearie.” She and the other woman were still giving us
their best wishes when the doors slid shut.
“Card. I need the
room key card.” He put my hand into his
pants pocket. I felt his hardness up
close and personal. He had to be
uncomfortable even in his tux pants.
Since I was there already, the card could wait a little longer; I smiled
as I carefully adjusted his cock for him.
He was too close already that all I dared was to leave my hand on that
wonderfully thick, strong stalk or I’d be hearing about baseball. It always distracts him.
“Thank you very much, but could you look for the card?”
“If I feel for it in this pocket, consummating this marriage
will have to wait. I don’t think it’s
here. I don’t feel any sharp
edges.” I was about to say “Screw making
it to the room.” But that would only
make our situation worse. “Wait! I think I felt
it in your jacket’s breast pocket earlier, when I had my hand on your
chest.” I felt for our salvation, found
it, leaned in closer to him, and punched in our floor. We both sighed in relief when the car started moving. I carefully took my hand from his pants
pocket, and Terry took a step back from me, making sure my pubic bone came
unstuck from his. For the first time
since we’d left the reception, only our hands were touching.
He rested his forehead on mine; we were both panting. “Diana, when was the last time the Dodgers
were in the World Series?”
*
Terry
made no effort to carry me over the threshold. It was just as
well. The tradition is not made for where you spend
your wedding night but for establishing your home.
Once we were finally in the suite, we were not as rushed as
we’d been earlier. Terry was too on edge
to last very long, and I wanted our first time as husband and wife to be
special. Our kisses were softer, more
loving all the way to the bedroom. Our logic seems to fit together. Since Terry’s shirt was already mostly off,
we worked on the rest of his studs and his cufflinks together. Just like every other time he’s worn his tux,
he handed me all the studs for deposit in his pants pocket.
At
my doubtful look Terry reassured me. “It’s all right,
Lady. You don’t have to worry about me going off on
you now.” I gingerly put my hand in his
pocket, and he was right. I could
venture a few strokes without fearing having to point out to the dry
cleaners the
extra care his trousers would need. I
felt him begin to swell under my hand.
His mouth was on mine when he inhaled sharply from one of my
strokes. I thought my lungs would come
out. When he settled into breathing for
us both, it was the sexiest thing I’d ever felt. Terry
gives me life now literally as well as
figuratively. When he broke the most
intense kiss I’d ever felt, I couldn’t even ask for
more. All I could say was, “Wow.” I wanted us joined, but we’re still fully dressed. I love watching his shoulders move when he
shrugs out of his jackets. I didn’t see
it this afternoon, but I did feel the way his shoulders rolled with ease, and
his muscles rippled with my hands under his shirt. My eyes were closed with his more insistent
kisses. His tie, shirt, and jacket came
off as one unit and ended on the chair.
He had lipstick smears in a V from his collar bone to his pecs from our
time in the elevator. Maybe some of it
would be reapplied with the attention his bare chest was now receiving. His eyes were closed and his head thrown
back, lost with the sensations my fingers on his chest and still covered cock
brought, but in control. His fingers
smoothed across my shoulders and neck. I led him to our bed with a smile. “Wait here.
You’ll like the surprise.”
“I’m not allowed to undress you? I’ve looked forward to it all day.”
I’d
already disappeared into the walk-in closet. “Yes, you can
unwrap me. I have no idea how to get out of this dress.
Both times I’ve worn it, someone else has
hooked and zipped me.”
When I re-emerged, I couldn’t move a step from the
closet. Terry, standing there, waiting
for me, barefooted, still in his
trousers with the button undone, the fabric stretched across his thighs, would
fuel my fantasies for years when he was gone.
Terry smiled appreciatively.
“You’re taller.”
I’d
shed the comfortable ballet slippers I’d worn all day
and was now in the CFM sandals I’d bought to satisfy
Terry’s shoe fetish. “You’ll like them, but I
don’t think you’ll
need the extra stimulation. Unwrapping
may now commence.”
Terry
really did look like he would enjoy this present. He walked to
me, turned my back to him by my
shoulders, and brought me into him. His
whole manner had softened except for his dick. He can go from an
interested bystander to ready for action faster than any man I've ever
known but loses interest much more slowly. I was halfway
expecting him to lift my dress and then me; he'd unwrap his wife after
we consummated what Father Ben had joined. Instead, he kissed
across my shoulders and down the part of my back already exposed.
It seemed to take him forever to unhook the top eye. I finally felt why. The delay had nothing to do with his
kisses. Those were camouflage; Terry’s
hands were shaking. I turned my head and
kissed him softly. “It’s different
today, isn’t it?”
His
lips moved on mine.
“I’ve wanted you for so long, Diana Thorne.”
His lips spoke down my neck. “Right now seems surreal, like
I’m dreaming.”
“You’ve
had me since before I bumped into you. You never believed me
before.” He finally stopped trying to maneuver that
impossibly small and totally unnecessary hook and eye and stroked his
fingertips down my neck to intertwine our fingers together at my side.
“Do you know how beautiful your neck is? How much I love burying my face in it?”
“I love you, Terry.
When you tell me how beautiful I am, I believe.” Those wonderful fingers of his traced up my
arm to where my hand rested on his neck and brushed back down the inside, down
my side to the top of my dress. This
time, one handed, Terry was able to unhook the bodice and slowly unzip me. The bow Gina had tied to keep the petticoats
at my waist worked just as she had promised; one tug and I was free of
them. Terry folded the bodice down and lifted
me out of the outer garments. They lay
where they puddled for the better part of a day. I
turned so he could see the lacy corset that had caused so
much consternation, first with Gina and then this morning with
Reags. I’d stuck by my guns for this very
moment. Yes, Terry likes me in lacy
underwear; he’s seen me in others, but his eyes right now said
he’d never seen
me before. He liked it – a lot. His eyes traveled all
the way down to the
sexy shoes I’d bought for him to see for less than three minutes,
thank God. I don’t think I could have stood in them
longer. TERRY I
didn’t have to stop drinking in the sight of Diana in the
clothing she had chosen for me alone to see to drop my own
trousers. She’d probably taken more care in selecting them
than she had her dress. Diana had looked
regal all day, and it was only fitting that I finally drop to my knees
to give
her the obeisance she deserved.
She’d
been right; the shoes were not needed. Her lacy knickers were the
first to go. I wanted to see her lips engorge and ready
for me. I simply watched her bloom and
moisten as I toyed with her suspender. Diana
shivered as I rolled down her first nylon and trailed my fingers up her
now
naked leg. I buried my nose in her curls
and gave them a small kiss. I’d been in
such a rush earlier; how foolish can one man be? I’d been
perfectly willing to start our
married life in a fucking lift. We both shook when her second stocking came off. Diana had put her still clad foot high on my
thigh so that when the silk came off it brushed across my cock. She shook when I kissed her thigh and then
revealed her clit and blew on it. I had NO trouble with the corset. My hands had finally stopped shaking, and
though this afternoon still felt like the first time I’d ever made love to
Diana, I no longer felt so overwhelmed that my life was now complete. When I finally had her standing naked before
me, it felt as if it had been longer than 6 days and 21 hours since I’d last kissed
those beautiful, pale, full breasts. The
way her nipple turns from a pale pink to dark as she warms to my touch, the way
it sits on her barely pink aureole fascinated me.
“I have the rest of my life to watch you, Lady, but I want
to see it all now.” Her sexual flush was
only on her cheeks. I touched her clit,
and the flush dropped down her neck almost at once. I spread the moisture from her inner lips
forward to her hood and was rewarded with a flood to replace the little I’ve
taken from her. Her arms wrapped around
my head hold me to her. Her eyes were
closed and her head thrown back, lost within the sensations my fingers on her
clit and my mouth on her breasts brought.
She tensed, and a small tremor shook her. I held her until her small smile appeared,
and she came back to me.
“Diana, if you want to back out of this marriage, if you
want an annulment, you need to tell me now.”
Her response was to tighten her hold on me. “Now, Terry.”
I eased my way into her welcoming heat. I was where I belong and finally with my
wife.
DIANA We’d only been asleep for 10 minutes or so. That hadn’t changed. What had changed was Terry was still
whispering in my ear when I fell asleep.
I think my snoring is what woke me up.
Terry’d
pulled the bedspread over him, and I was hot. Nothing new
there. My chuckle was more of an exhale than a real
laugh. I didn’t want to wake him; he
wasn’t deeply asleep yet. A few of his
worry lines were still evident in his face.
I tried to smooth them away with my fingertips. My touch
wasn’t light enough.
He leaned over me, checked the bedside clock, and kissed me
deeply on his way back to my side. “I
love you, Diana.” He pulled me in
tighter to his side and kissed my cheeks, nose, and chin. “I love you.”
Then he giggled.
“We may have had the wettest wedding in history.”
I dropped my head into his chest. “I never used to cry. I feel so safe with you; I believe in your
strength. I’ve opened up all my emotions
with you, and I cry. I’m sorry.”
He
tilted my chin up and smiled at my fears. “You’re not
crying now. I’ll simply buy a few more handkerchiefs,
have them monogrammed with DLT, and have one with me at all
times. Diana, a few tears are a good trade for you
to love me.
“Not all the promises I wanted to make to you were covered
with the Sacrament. You aren’t the only
one with a little bit more to give. I’ve
never told you my greatest fear –
losing you. I’ve talked all the way
round it, but I never told you in so many words. You are the only person in the world who has
the ability to destroy me.”
Oh, God. No wonder he
didn’t want to hear a word about a pre-nup.
His revelation made his words about being alone in the house when I
worked on finding Gȕnther more meaningful.
What he had to overcome when I was being a brat about letting him know
where I was. Why he has that overbearing
need to protect me. Oh, God.
“Alternately, I think together we can do anything. You are my strength.”
“You really trust me enough to believe in me that much?”
“Yes.”
Oh, God. Please don’t
let me fuck this up.
He rolled onto his back and put me on top of him. “I can’t promise we’ll always have good
times, but I can promise you I’ll always love you and do my best to care for
you. But I need a promise from you.”
“Anything.”
“I can manage my own physical pain, but when you are hurt, I
want to find a way to absorb it from you.
When you were joking on Friday about your bikini wax, you were quite
convincing. All I wanted to do was care
for you. Please don’t mess about with
being hurt, but I do want to know about your aches and pains; don’t hide the
real ones.”
He rubbed the horseshoe shaped indentation where Honey had
kicked me on my right thigh. She'd dropped
me like a stone, and all I was trying to do was lead her into dinner. Our uneasy relationship was born in that
moment. What really hacked me off was
that I was leading her at her shoulder; the bitch cow-kicked me. After all this time, the hollow where her
hoof struck is no longer visible or tells me when the weather is about to
change, but the muscle below would be deformed forever.
“Your loving me is more than I could have ever hoped for. I promise.
No more pranks that include pain.”
Terry’s handkerchief was somewhere on the floor. He used his thumb to wipe away my tears. “And, Lady? Your
worst fear has come true.” His smile allayed my
apprehension. “Marriage has already changed you.
You’ve become multi-orgasmic.” The memory of my being
quite insistent that
Terry keep one particular angle for longer than normal made me
smile. The memory of my shaking in his arms made me
smile more. He kissed my forehead. “You fall asleep
right after I’ve loved you.” Of course I did.
That ongoing orgasm was exhausting. He kissed my eyes.
“You snore.”
I was dismayed and delighted he finally admitted it. He kissed my
nose. “And I love you more than I did two hours
ago.
“Now, get up. I want
to take a proper bath with you.” He
actually smacked my butt. Marriage has
changed him as well. I had no idea Terry
has this authentic, happy-go-lucky, carefree streak in him.
TERRY I noted that Tawny had turned our rooms into a proper
honeymoon suite. The ‘Do Not Disturb’
sign was on the door when we arrived.
The suite had a breakfast in bed basket on the dresser, and two
arrangements of Black Magic roses graced the suite. The small basket in Diana’s bathroom had her
vanilla scented bath products along with three types of lubrication. We’d never needed any help before, but we
wouldn’t need to call the butler if it became necessary. The filled wine stand was conveniently beside
the large whirlpool bath with the window overlooking the fountains. If we were already back in bed when the
fountain show I’d arranged was scheduled, we could still see it from that
window as well. I popped the cork on the Krystal and poured the champers
into the two flutes Diana held out for me.
The whirlpool was almost silent as we stepped in and sank into the heated
water on opposite ends. Diana propped
her foot on the wide, window-side ledge, measuring it against mine.
“You make me feel positively tiny. And loved.”
She raised her glass to me. We
were on only our second glass of champagne today so drunkenness could not
account for her initial question. “Have you always believed in monogamy, really?”
“Lady, isn’t that question a little late?”
Diana
seemed to rethink how prudent her question was. She poured
another glass for herself. “I don’t think so.
I’m having a hard time reconciling how
skilled you are as a lover with what a short time you had to
learn.”
I motioned for her to come to me; she shook her head ‘No’
with a smile. “I want to watch your face.”
“I gather a simple ‘I learn quickly’ or ‘Naturally gifted’
will not suffice?” We were trying hard
not to laugh at the absurdity of her question and its timing.
“No,
it won’t. I
really want to know. In college you were
too young to pay attention. Most college
men are still boys and not terribly interested in learning how to love
a woman. A kindly older woman took you under her wing?”
Diana may not like my answer, but I doubted we’d be the
first couple who received a divorce in Las Vegas a few days after the
wedding. “In actuality, Marjorie and I
taught each other, and I did pay attention.
We weren’t always headed to divorce.”
Diana
was able to convey her natural cheerfulness by tapping
my foot. “I’d thank her, but I’m sure
that’s not a suitable topic of conversation for Marjorie and
me. She’d think I was being sarcastic, and I
wouldn’t be. I’m so grateful for
everything that happened to us, good and bad, that got us to this
point. There is no place, anywhere, that I’d rather
be.”
I tugged on Diana’s submerged foot, the one that had been
teasing me during our convo, and dragged her towards me. With champagne glass held high, she gladly
slid close and into my arms. We slid
lower in the tub so she could lie on me without unnaturally curving her
back. Her kisses were gentle and soothed
away the memories she’d once banished from my life that she’d allowed to
re-enter my thoughts with her foolish question.
“Lady, I meant every word of ‘forsaking all others.’ You are the only woman I can imagine ever
needing. You are my life.” Diana made my declaration distorted with her
lips on mine, but she felt every word and bit of love I have for her. “I love you.
I doubt I’ll say that to you enough.”
She sighed and moulded into me more.
My sense of peace and satisfaction was profound until Diana’s back
wriggling reminded me that this tub was not shaped for the way we were
arranged. With very little urging from me, Diana turned in my arms but
stayed with me. We were far more
comfortable with Diana’s head on my shoulder, my cock tucked gently between her
closed legs, and her breasts available for my roaming hands. Her soft smile and drooping eyelids said all
was right with her world as well. Once
again her question caught me by surprise.
“Any videos of you
likely to surface?”
“Sex tapes? Christ,
no. Not unless the Bellagio has hidden
cameras in the room. Are you trying to
brace me for a skeleton in your background?”
She
actually laughed aloud.
“Terry, I was such a nun for so long, the first time we made love
I
think I qualified as a virgin again.
I’ve been with you all during the time sex tapes have been
popular. Promise me you won’t go crazy and want a file
of me stripping for you. No sex videos
of us ever.”
I
banged my head on the marble behind me as I looked at the
ceiling in mock exasperation. After
rubbing my head, I saw Diana topping her glass after she’d
refilled mine. “I promise, but I have stored the picture of
you that David Green gave us on the computer at home for when the
original is
too frayed for me to carry. You cannot
take that from me. That and your small
bottle of hand balm are my only relief when we’re
apart.” Diana’s thighs were giving me more
life. “Will you carry a wedding picture so you can compare?”
“I will. I’ll marvel
at how a wonderful, beautiful, young woman could become a fascinating,
beautiful woman who decided to throw her lot in with me.” As this conversation seems to be far ranging,
I wondered if Diana would be willing to admit something to me in this odd game
of Truth.
“Did you always look at Davie boy that way?”
“What way?”
“The way you were in that piccie.”
“I suppose I did. He
was my first love.”
She'd
finally admitted David was the man who'd prompted that 'eat you alive'
look and the truth of their earlier relationship. “Why did
you wait so long to tell me?”
“I didn’t think it was important. Dave and I parted on good terms even before
he came out.
“Will you promise me something else?”
“Lady, this is our wedding day. I’ll promise you anything - today and every other day of our life.”
“You’ve already promised me everything I’ll ever want.”
“Then why are you asking more?” We were back to spending our first hours laughing.
“Oh, quit. Promise me
we won’t become an old, staid married couple.”
“I’d
stop time for you if I could, Lady. The ‘old’ portion
is out of my control. Some would say we’ve been a settled
couple
for a few years already. I believe the
mids would find we are positively boring, particularly Dolores' young
man. Lieutenant Cabot would be surprised that we maintained our
tradition of being the
first
couple at any wedding who tumbled into bed; he probably doesn’t
believe a man
and a woman of our advanced years are still sexually active.
We’d need an online video to prove it to him,
and I’ve already promised you I wouldn’t do that.
We’re stuck, Diana – old, staid, and
married.”
I’ve taken on Diana’s ability to imagine outrageous possibilities. Our laughter became more sustained. “OK, we’re stuck with being outrageous behind closed doors.”
‘Stuck’ was the word that sent me over. Neither one of us was interested in waiting
for the tub to drain enough water so we wouldn’t drown the suite on the floor
below with our sloshing when we had a perfectly good bed in the next room.
*
“Diana? I have
another reason why we can never consider divorce.” If she could start a provocative discussion I
could as well. The bed clothes were
impossibly tangled as were our limbs. She sighed and closed her eyes. “I can see you rolling your eyes under your lids. Turnabout is fair play.”
“Oh, all right.” She
gave in grudgingly. I’d never noticed
Diana’s toes approach prehensile in their ability. I watched idly as she fished for a corner of
the duvet with them, pulled it to her out-stretched hand, and covered us.
“You’re approaching the age where you haven’t enough time
for a starter marriage.”
She considered my words.
“Terry, I’m counting on you to teach me how to be your wife. I have no idea how to be married.”
“Suppose I try to turn you into a mindless robot wife?”
She only shook her head tightly though her smile showed how
sated she was.
“Right. No chance of
that. Remember our relationship wouldn’t
look like anyone else’s?” She
nodded. Her smile began showing signs of
understanding. “Our marriage won’t
either. We’ll lean on each other and
teach the other as we go along. I want
to be a good husband to you. I want to
get it right this time.” “OK. First
question. Aren’t you supposed to be my
best friend?” I shrugged my shoulders and jostled her head. It rolled with my movement and stayed right
where it was. “I have no idea. Do you think I should?”
“I know I can’t be everything to you. We need time apart so the time we have
together is better. I need the time
you’re gone to recharge. I never wanted
a man who was around all the time.
“If I’m angry with you ….”
“When, Diana. When. I can guarantee you we will have our share of
bluies.”
She
held up her hands to my chest. “All right, when. If
you’re my best friend, who do I bitch to
when I’m so pissed with you I can’t see straight?
When you’re gone and I’m missing you, who
will eat Blue Bell ice cream with me at two in the morning? Those
are a best friend’s jobs. But if you’re my best
friend, I have no one.”
In a strange, estrogen laden way, she made sense. “Then I think for our marriage, I become your
friend with benefits.”
“Terry, I’m sorry. Am
I being crazy?”
“I think being married has opened a wellspring of questions
you never thought you had a right to ask.
You opened your life to me but never thought I had to reciprocate, and I
was comfortable with that. We were
feeling our way along, and as you taught me, if it ain’t broke don’t fix it.
“You
aren’t certifiable, institutionalized crazy. You are being
you crazy.” I held up my hands to forestall her next
question. “You are not making me
mental.”
“Thank God. I love
you. I’d hate for you to be taken off in
a straight jacket and lose those wonderful hands all over me making want you.”
*
We missed the fountain show Tawny had arranged for us that
night. If either of us had awakened, we
might have seen it from where we fell asleep.
We’d so thoroughly destroyed the bedclothes that Diana and I slept on
the sofa in the lounge wrapped in a blanket we’d found in the closet and a
single pillow snagged from the bed.
Diana said she didn’t need one; she had me. I swam up from a deep sleep to half wakefulness with a
comfortable hand on my nads. The
scratching was far daintier and less certain than my own but satisfying in its
own way. Diana. My wife.
I smiled sleepily and cracked one eye slightly; she was watching me wake
with her blonde hair spread over my chest.
“Boomer, I’m glad to report your balls are still there. You check them every morning and give them a
good scratch on your way to the john.
Since I woke up first, I thought I’d do it for you this morning.”
“Good.
Glad to know
it. That’s one less thing I have to do
this morning. Let’s go get a shower.” Diana
laid more heavily on me. We were going no where for a bit.
I raised my hand to slap her bum again; she grabbed my hand
and laid it on her bum. Diana stopped me
short with her request bordering on a demand.
“Don’t. Please. It doesn’t turn me on, and I don’t think it’s
funny. Please, don’t make it a habit.”
I started to apologize, but Diana stopped me again, tracing
my chin with her fingertips. “I’m sorry. I should have been more careful in the way I
said that. I do love you, but not
getting my butt slapped, not even by you.
“I need more sleep.
I’ve been awake since two. I’m
still in awe that we’re married. I loved
watching you sleep, but it’s made me tired cranky.” Ah.
Diana’s not an
agreeable person when she’s weary unless she forces herself and
edits her
thoughts. After the frenzy of the last
few days, her resources must be spent.
There will be no pleasant wake up stretch for either of us right
now. I settled her on her right side, folded her
arm under her head, spooned behind her, and kissed her cheek.
“Go to sleep, Lady. Another nap wouldn’t be amiss for
me as well.”
As she started to drift off, she asked mid-yawn, “What plans
of yours did I disrupt beside the shower?”
“I wanted to go shopping in an hour or two,” I answered with
my own yawn.
“For what?”
“A new bed.”
