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I had spent most of my entire life imagining that someday I would be married. I even knew the dress I wanted to wear. In my dreams I could see the entire setting. The ceremony, the reception, and even the honeymoon with my husband. Sadly, this dream would prove difficult to attain, since I was a man. My name is Sean McMullen, and my dreams started at a young age, like most gurls. I specifically remember the event that would shape my mind, and invade my every thought from that moment forward. It was Christmas 1986, and I was 12, and my only sister Maureen was 10. Maureen and my mother Elizabeth, went shopping before the holidays. What they brought home would change my life forever. My mom had bought Maureen a new dress for the holidays, and when I saw it, I thought it was the most gorgeous piece of clothing I had ever seen. It was a short, black velvet dress, with green piping around the sleeves, and a frilly lace skirt, flared at the bottom. From the moment Maureen took the dress from the plastic covering, I knew that someday, somehow, I would try it on. As Maureen held the dress up to herself to show our dad Art, I felt strangely like someday I would want to do the same thing. The dress screamed ALL girl, and left no doubt as to which gender should be wearing it. Four days later, I will never forget seeing Maureen proudly wearing the dress to midnight mass on Christmas eve. She matched it with white lace topped socks, and black mary jane shoes. She had white lace gloves, but didn't wear them. I always thought that was a waste. I'll never forget the looks on all the people at church when they saw Maureen. My parents friends at church oohed, and ahhed when they saw Maureen gracefully slide into the church pew. I even saw a couple of my friends were staring at her too in a weird way, like she was pretty or something. She was only 10, but she looked like an angel. The sounds of her shoes clicking softly on the church marble floor echoed and I can still hear that noise in my head today. I am sure there was a sermon that night, but for the life of me, I couldn't tell you what it was. My attention was completely distracted by my brain trying to think of possible ways that I would be able to sneak into Maureen's room, and be able to try on this dress fit for a princess. It took 3 weeks and a fake case of the flu for me to be able to stay home one ordinary January day. I knew if I could stay home, my parents would leave for work, and Maureen would leave for school, and I'd have the whole house to myself, and the dress I knew had my name on it. So, I faked a coughing spell and acted well enough to win an Emmy until my mom said I could skip school that day. As I heard my dad close the front door, I could hear the silence. I quietly slipped out of bed and made my way to the window in my room. I saw my dad's car back out of the driveway, and knowing he was the last to leave each day, I knew I was finally alone. I felt like a cat burglar breaking into someone else's home. Once I knew the coast was clear, I smiled knowing I had all day to see if I could learn what being pretty was all about. I opened the door to Maureen's room, and immediately smelled the unmistaken aroma of what can only be described as girl. A combination of perfumes and lotions wafted through the air as if their only mission was to reach my nose. It was soft, and sweet and undeniably addictive. I didn't know where to start, so the first stop was her closet to make sure that awesome dress was there. I opened the closet door and to my surprise, there it was, front and center. And not only that, but today was my lucky day, because right beneath the dress on the floor, were the shiny black mary jane shoes. I tried to make mental notes as to the position of the hanger and the shoes so I could return them later unnoticed. I took the dress and shoes back to my room. Before going back to her room for my second round of gathering, I took the dress to my mirror and held it up to myself. Exactly the way Maureen had done when she showed the dress to our dad. The smile was evident immediately, and was from ear to ear. The reflection was breathtaking. Hanging the dress in my closet, I went back to her room to find the socks she had worn with the dress. The first drawer I opened was full of her pajamas, and I sighed. The second drawer was the jackpot. There right on top as if waiting for me to find, were the frilly lace socks. Beneath them lay a pair of dainty light blue cotton panties, and next to that a lacy undershirt. Not sure they would fit, I took them too. I assembled my treasures from Maureen's room on my bed, trying to imagine where to start. Nervous to go any further, I walked to my window again to make sure I was still alone, and I was. I removed my pajama top and bottoms and stood there in my white boy briefs. Mom called them "tidy whities", but compared to the ones I pilfered from Maureen's room, they looked downright ugly. As I slid the briefs off, I sighed to myself wondering why I had to wear these things, when Maureen got to wear colorful, pretty underwear. Standing in my room naked, I was at the point of no return. My hands were shaking as I picked up the blue panties. They appeared big enough, so I slowly put my feet through the openings, and slid them up my legs. As the panties slid into place, I remember smiling a knowing smile that these were the underwear I would want to wear for the rest of my life. They were nothing like mine, they covered my bottom differently and I could feel the material was much softer too. I knew Maureen was too young for bras, so that's why she wore the satin undershirt under the dress. I lifted the undershirt over my head and instantly became aware of the spaghetti straps of the slip resting on my shoulders. I felt so delicate adjusting the straps so they were straight. The shirt was soft to the touch and delightfully girly to wear. The whole time as I looked down at the shirt, I imagined that I could someday be able to wear bras like my mom. I sat on my bed and nervously slipped on the lace topped socks unto my feet, spending extra time adjusting the tops so the lace was at its fullest and most prominent. Once the socks were in place, I reached for the shoes, only then realizing maybe my feet were going to be too big to wear them. Mom had always bought shoes a size larger for me when we bought them because they gave me room to grow. I hoped she had done the same thing when she bought these for Maureen. I undid the strap on the first shiny shoe, and I prayed as I slid it onto my foot. I let out a fairly loud sigh of relief as though tight, the shoe barely fit. Happy that my prayers had been answered I quickly undid the strap on the second shoe and deftly slid it on. As I looked down, I was afraid to walk. I didn't want to get these beautiful shoes dirty. Finally I decided I had come this far, and that I would just be careful. I rose from the bed and started to walk to the dress hanging in my closet, so different from everything else in it. Three steps to the door, and I stopped dead in my tracks. The click of the shoes on the hardwood floor of my room brought back a flood of memories of my sister walking down the aisle at church on Christmas eve. it was a sound that eventually and thankfully became familiar and safe to me in later years. I opened the zipper on the protective plastic covering the dress, and trying to remember how it was hung so I could repeat it when I had to return it later. The crinkle of the plastic bag reminded me of presents on Christmas day, and at that moment I guess it was for me. There on the hanger it hung. The final piece of the treasure. It seemed to almost glow in the mid morning light of my room. It was by far the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. It zipped up the back, so with my hands trembling, I lowered the zipper. If my parents or sister had come home now, it would be a disaster of epic proportions, but I didn't care. I had to try this dress on. It felt like a matter of life and death at this point. Again, before putting this amazing confection on, I held it up to myself for the mirror, trying to make sure it would fit properly. The last thing I wanted to do was rip it, or tear it trying it on. If that happened it would certainly be the end of me, and my new habit. After thorough examination, I decided it looked like it was big enough. My sister and I were similar in size, but I was slightly bigger. So, steadying myself, I bent forward and put my head through the bottom and worked my way up. Later in life I would learn it was much easier to step into a dress like this, but this was my first time, and I anxiously just wanted it on my body any way I could arrange that. Blindly, I fished my hands and arms into the sleeves, seeing daylight at the neck opening. it was like a light at the end of the tunnel, and I knew once I got my head through, I'd be wearing my first dress. As the dress settled on my body, my head poked through the neck hole, and I began to feel the dress cascade down my sides, back and chest. As if it was the most natural thing in the world for a boy to do, I reached for the zipper and tried to raise it. I wasn't sure I'd be able to zip it, because my arms didn't seem long enough. But after 3 minutes of experimenting, the zipper slid up to the top and closed the dress in place. I stood there shocked that I had finally been able to wear something as pretty as this dress, and how lucky I was that everything actually fit me. I looked at the mirror again, and the reflection this time was of a short haircutted, tomboy girl in an exquisitely feminine dress. I wished I had long hair like Maureen, because I wanted to have ponytails and ribbons and barrettes and headbands like she always got to wear. I thought maybe a headband might at least look girly for today, so I went back to her room to find one. I was basically skipping in joy down the hall to her room, listening to the sound of the shoes on the floor again. Amazingly, right on top of her other dresser was a white headband. I took the headband and skipped back to my room, feeling the hem of the dress lightly nip at my thighs and knees. I went to the mirror and slid the headband on and smoothed out my hair as best I could. I tried to pull a few strands out so it looked like what I later learned were bangs. All the while doing this I told myself that I would try to avoid haircuts for awhile. The headband wasn't perfect, but it did look girly, and I was pleased. I was too afraid to try any of my mom's makeup, and truthfully I'm not sure what I would have done had I wanted to. It wasn't that I knew what makeup was for at this point in my life, but later I would find out that its only a girl's best friend. Once I felt complete with the headband, I walked to the full length mirror. I couldn't help myself, but I started running my hands down the sides, back and front of the dress, taking in all the wonderful sensations. I couldn't believe this was me or if it was real. I felt so soft and gentle and so right. As I twisted and turned and modeled for the mirror, I noticed a bulge start to form under the dress. I didn't know what was happening, since I am fairly tiny down there. But, it got bigger and bigger, and eventually lifted the dress out about 3 inches. All I could think of was that I was dying and my family would come home and find me dead, wearing Maureen's Christmas dress. I was a little light headed, and I still wasn't sure why my pee-pee was doing this. And even worse, I wasn't sure if it would ever go back down to where it always had been before. With a finger, I poked the bulge, and it bounced a bit up and own. Then I put my palm over it, while my other hand was sliding up and down the dress. I started to pant slightly. I found if I rubbed the bulge with one hand, and the dress and the outline of my panties under the dress faster, I panted faster. So I rubbed all over, and then all of a sudden the room started to spin a bit, and I fell unto the bed while eyes were closed and still rubbing. This was intense, and within 30 seconds my pee-pee had exploded. This was the first of what would be many orgasms while wearing a dress and panties. I could feel the warm wet slime dribbling into the panties. I just laid there with the biggest smile on my face that I ever had. An instant later, my eyes opened in abject terror, as I felt the wetness against the panties and knowing I had just done something bad to them. I quickly raised the dress to see a huge wet spot on the front of my sisters pretty panties. What had I done? Oh my God, I am dead, I thought. At the same time wondering what this sticky goo was that came out of my pee-pee. Looking back, this was the first of many orgasms I would experience while wearing panties or a dress. But at that time, I thought I was dead. Scared that I had ruined Maureen's panties I quickly slid the shoes off, and ran for a towel. I could feel the wetness of what I would later learn was called cum, running down my leg, and I was scared to death. In the bathroom, I tried to undress as quickly as possible, and soak up as much of the wetness as I could. The pretty panties looked ruined with a big wet spot on them, and my heart sank as to what to do now. I decided that hiding these pretty panties would be my best option. As it turned out, these panties became a safe haven for me in the months ahead. I would remove them from their hiding place, deep in the back of my closet late at night, and feverishly masturbate while holding them or wearing them. They were just so amazingly girlish. Once I had cum, I'd clean up, and hide the panties again. Then I'd lay down, close my eyes, and pray and wish that I would become a real girl like my sister. That way I wouldn't have to be afraid to wear pretty things, and do things that my sister got to do. I dreamed of having a girls bike, and joining the girl scouts, and selling cookies door to door in my green uniform. I even wished I could do chores and menial things like doing the dishes or helping mom with dinner while wearing a pretty apron. I also prayed I could go to my school as a girl and wear the same uniforms Maureen got to wear, and just be a regular girl in the classes. I wanted to wear the plaid skirts, and white blouses Maureen wore to school. To say I was addicted to girls clothes, and wanting to be feminine, was the understatement of the century. Sadly, my prayers and wishes went unanswered, because the days, months and years passed and I was still an awkward little boy. But also as the time passed, I became more and more brazen in invading my sisters clothes and wardrobe. Shortly after Maureen started to get to wear makeup, I also began experimenting with it. As my hair grew out, I also experimented with different feminine styles I had noticed in girl magazines that my mom and sister would read. Maureen was starting to "develop" as well, so training bras became a fascination for me. Having breasts was added to my nightly prayer list, that went unanswered. My nightly masturbation sessions had progressed to wearing a nightie stolen from Maureen's bureau. I also began to occasionally fantasize being with boys when I'd masturbate at night. I didn't know if I was gay or not, but faces and body parts of classmates and male movie stars, started to invade my masturbation sessions. These thoughts would range from sitting in class and talking to boys, to going on dates and to dances with them, or holding their hands during the long walk from school to home. That progressed to dreams of kissing them, and eventually to sucking their beautiful cocks, and finally to them fucking me. At least twice a week, I was beginning to have dreams of nothing but men's cocks. I'd close my eyes and dream, and there they would be. Hundreds of them bouncing in my head. Big ones, small ones, bent ones, thick ones, it never ceased. It was a parade of the most lovely, gorgeous cocks ever, and I would awake those mornings after that dream, and notice that I had filled my briefs with as much cum as my little balls could provide. On one hand it was frustrating not to be able to live as a girl, but on the other hand, the dreams of cocks made me realize if I wasn't gay, I was at least bi sexual. My fascination with boys cocks even invaded my daydreams. I caught myself at school twice doodling cocks into my notebook, only to quickly ink them out and rip them up. During gym class at school, I'd often try to sneak peeks of my classmates crotches and wonder about what each boy had down there. When I wasn't doing that, I was watching the other girls in my classes and make mental notes of their mannerisms, fashion sense and speech. I took the mental notes and added them to my own feminine persona when I would dress. I would emulate the other girls, and I wanted to be just like them, totally. My dressing continued as often as I could be alone to doll myself up, but it was only about once a month or so. But when I did get dressed, I felt like the prettiest girl in the world. I adored primping and preening in front of the mirror in my room, and feeling the orgasm slowly build in myself, until I would finally explode in a wave of feminine pleasure. Sadly, high school finished and I was still a boy. Which brings me to today. I am sitting in my apartment, in a dainty little nightie, 5 hours from my own wedding day. Since my parents weren't as understanding of my situation as I had hoped, they will not be attending the ceremony. My sister Maureen has been great though, and has agreed to be my Maid Of Honor. She and I are leaving soon to our hairdressing, nail and makeup appointments. I wouldn't say we are as close as some sisters are, but she has at least some semblance of understanding. Someday, I hope we become the sisters I always hoped we were while growing up. She has been amazing though. She went to the bridal store with me months earlier, and helped me pick out the most elegant girlified wedding dress to wear. It's strapless, but has long lace sleeves. It has tons of lace and tulle in the bodice, and has 3 layers of petticoats at the bottom. In the back there is a very large satin bow, which is what eventually made me decide to buy this one. The bow is a definite reminder to myself that I am a girl. When I tried it on, the very first thought that came to mind was of what would be happening to me on my wedding night while wearing that dress. I imagined my boyfriend (soon to be husband) Eric's gorgeous cock rock hard, and prepared to enter me. At the shop, I twirled to and fro in front of the mirror, and I imagined Eric being there watching me, hoping he would be erect from seeing his princess in the outfit she would be wearing when she submitted to him completely. As I blushed from those thoughts, I tried to hide my obvious small bulge, and I hoped Maureen nor the salesperson noticed my daydreaming. After the dress fitting, Maureen and I spent the next few hours shopping to find the perfect ensemble for me to wear under my wedding dress. I told her I wanted it to be virginal with lots of lace and ribbons. It had to be unmistakably frilly, and it had to scream girl when someone saw it. We finally found exactly what I had hoped. It's a bright white teddy, with matching satin bikini panties. Between the breast cups of the teddy was a big white lace bow, and down the sides it has lace flowers imprinted on the material. It screamed femininity and I knew it would be perfect. It came with a white lace garter belt, and that will hold up my virginal white stockings that are imprinted with white roses. The heels I chose will be a comfortable 3 inch white satin. Since I figured I will be wearing them all day and night, anything higher may pose a problem. It was very difficult to try this outfit on without imagining myself on my knees in front of Eric, sucking his awesome cock, or on the bed, kneeling doggie style, awaiting his member to invade my love opening. I could almost hear myself moaning and panting in pleasure. it made me proud to know Eric would be mounting me and taking my virginity along with any last remaining masculinity I may have left. These thoughts confirmed to me that this was what sissies did in order to make their boyfriends and husbands happy. Accepting Eric's seed would seal and solidify my status in the world, as never before. This was the reason gurls like me took great pride and the time necessary for our appearances, and why we craved being feminine creatures at all times. This was why I shaved my legs, took my hormone pills, took makeup lessons, practiced my voice, shopped for the most feminine of girly outfits, and practiced my oral techniques on vibrators and dildos. It was all for my husband. My gift to him was my femininity. I had been lucky enough in life to know I wasn't going to grow up and be a real man like Eric or others, so instead I happily embraced femininity and it has led me here today. I am very happy, and soon to be fulfilled. In a few short hours, my understanding uncle, Larry will escort me arm in arm down the semi long aisle of Life Everlasting Church, to my beloved, Eric Lanning. I had met Eric while I was interning at his father's law firm. I was a paralegal assistant and was learning the ropes of the legal field. By then I was living full time as Suzanne, and I was lucky that the firm was fairly liberal regarding gender issues. It was one of the reasons I had applied to work there. Eric was interning also because his dad thought it was important to learn the job from the ground floor up. He told me I was pretty, I told him he was handsome and within a week we were dating, and here we are a year later, completely and madly in love. At the church, Maureen's 6 year old daughter Haley will go down the aisle first, dropping small rose petals. Maureen will go next on the arm of the best man, Eric's brother Steve. The organist will play the familiar song, here comes the bride, and our small group of guests will stand, waiting for me. The photographers flash will be blinding me as Larry slowly ushers me to the altar, and I will be smiling from ear to ear the whole time. I hope to hear soft sighs of approval from the lady guests when they see me in my dress, and I hope to see a few smiles of jealousy from the faces of the male guests. As we slowly approach the altar, I finally see Eric, and he looks amazing in his tuxedo. He is smiling happily, and that will immediately calm me down. I will be too nervous to sneak a peek at his crotch to see if he is hard or not. That will be for later. I will be concentrating on the ceremony and how my dress looks. The ceremony will take but a mere 24 minutes, but it will feel like an eternity until Eric and I look into each other's eyes, smiling, and proudly announce our vows. As we exchange vows, I will be lost in memories of my boyhood and the events that brought me to where I am today, as a girl. Eric will slide the sparkling 2 carat diamond ring unto my finger, I know my tiny clitty will twitch in acceptance of the fact I had taken another step to womanhood. Deacon Thomas will say, You may kiss the bride, and I will subconsciously moisten my lips, and taste the lipstick I so now proudly wear. I will feel Eric's hand slide around my waist to pull me close, and then I will feel the hardness in his pants. I will close my mascara covered eyes, purse my lips into a pretty pink bow, and await Eric's masculine lips to cover mine, sending tingles to my very soul. I will open my soft pink lips and welcome his exploring tongue into my hungry mouth. To the crowd, it will seem to last only a second or two, but to me it will be an eternity. After our exquisite embrace, I will be flushed and glowing with pride knowing I have finally reached the summit, and I am have become a wife to a man. Deacon Thomas will announce to the guests as Mr. & Mrs. Eric Lanning. The crowd will stand and applaud as Eric takes my dainty hand, and leads me back down the aisle to the doors. The doors that will open to the world and welcome Mrs. Suzanne Lanning, newly married sissy girl into it, for the world to see. Maureen will fix the semi long train on my dress as Eric and I leave the altar. I hope there will be lots of camera flashes, lots of smiles, and maybe even a few tears of joy when they see that I am the happiest girl in the world. I also hope to remember to notice if any of them men guests might be erect from seeing Eric kissing me on the altar after our vows. I know I will suddenly become aware of the tightness' of the white satin panties I am wearing. I will lower my bouquet of flowers to waist level in case there is any form of bulge that might show. Forgetting how foolish that might be since my clitty is tiny, and currently covered by 3 layers of petticoats. A single tear will slide down my cheek as I glance down to my left hand and see the french tipped nails, and the beautiful diamond wedding ring on my finger. That will announce to the world that from now on, I am a taken sissy girl, and I have a husband who loves me. Holding Eric's hand, and taking small steps in my heels, we will finally arrive to the back of church. Maureen and Eric's brother Steve (the best man), will be behind us and we will form a receiving line. Maureen and I make eye contact and I see she is crying too as we embrace. I hear her whisper congratulations to me, and she calls me sis for the first time. This gets us both crying more, but eventually we get our emotions under control. As we wait or the guests to come through the back doors, we line up, and Eric takes my hand and calmly places it over his crotch, to feel his hardness. This is a reminder to me of what is in store for later this evening. He will smile and wink, and tell me he loves me. He kisses me again, and again, my clitty twitches. It almost feels electric when Eric kisses me, and there is nothing that can remove the smile from my face. The guest go through the line, and more than once I hope I feel a male guests hardness during a congratulatory hug. I know I will blush, but I can't help it. It's so flattering that a man can find me attractive. I will also catch a glimpse of more than one man stealing peeks at my chest and my blossoming buds, straining at the top of my lace dress for release. I purposely won't wear a necklace today, because I don't want anything to distract anyone from seeing how my breasts are developing. This will be the tenth time today that I will be thankful I picked this exact dress with all of the petticoats to cover my small bulge. This dress is conservative enough to be seen as classy, but frilly enough to leave no doubt the person wearing it is a sissy. Eric and I had decided to set up the reception for later that night, so now we were off to the local botanical gardens for pictures. Even though our wedding party will be small, Eric and I still wanted lots of pictures to remember our special day. We rented 2 limousines, and Eric and I will ride in one and the rest of the wedding party will ride in the other. I will gather up the bottom of my dress, and climb into the limo Eric had opened the door on. I was in heaven as I settled into the comfortable leather seat. I briefly notice the ring on my hand again and now like Pavlov's dog, my clitty twitched again. As I look out the window, the sun is shining brightly, and the birds are singing happily. What a glorious day to finally become a bride to a handsome man. Eric will climb into the car, and lean over and kiss me softly first, and then deeply and passionately. The driver slides the privacy glass up, and Eric winks at me as I sissily giggle. Eric takes my delicate hand and places it on his crotch again. As I feel the girth, length and total size of his manhood, I whimper happily, knowing this will be mine forever. As I lean over to kiss Eric again, I feel the garter straps taught against my bottom. I make a mental note to remember how wonderful that feeling is, and what a lovely reminder to me of what I am, they have become. We kiss for the entire 10 minute ride to the park for pictures. We picked this spot for pictures because of the beautiful fountain and the blossoming flowers surrounding it. We both thought it would be symbolic of ourselves. The spurting fountain would remind me of Eric's cock, and the blossoming flowers would remind Eric of me, his sissy bride. The other limo pulled up behind us and we proceeded to gather for the pictures. We spent the next hour or so posing in different positions for pictures and our photographer was awesome. Eric and I made sure there were several taken with me sitting on the ground, with Eric behind me. More than once I could swear I could smell the manliness emanating from Eric's crotch. in the distance I could hear children laughing and birds singing. It was a picture perfect day, and I realized how truly happy I was, and realized it was only 1/2 over. I wondered if this was how every bride felt on her special day. The reception wasn't for another 2 hours, so I wasn't sure what we were going to do after the pictures. I figured we'd go back home and freshen up over a few drinks and then head to the reception hall. I found out Eric had something else in mind. Just as we were preparing to leave, Eric told me he had a surprise for me. He signaled someone I couldn't see, and from around the fountain came a small horse drawn carriage. My hands went to my face in complete shock, and I suddenly felt tears of joy running down my cheeks. Eric had thought of everything. I tried to think and ask myself how did I get to be so lucky? Then Eric romantically took my hand and led me to the waiting carriage. It wasn't a big elaborate carriage, and truth be told, the horse resembled what people would call a nag. But, to me, this was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen (besides Eric's cock). The rest of the group was going to go get some lunch while Eric and I took a slow ride through the park. Eric had planned this all along, and I couldn't believe how romantic this was. Maureen and I hugged each other, and then I was holding Eric's hand again, and being led to the ride every bride dreams of. I was still crying a bit as we got to the carriage. The driver smiled and wished us both congratulations on our big day. I tried to gather up the bottom of my dress, and took the drivers hand and stepped up into the carriage. I wondered if Eric was looking at my ass as I climbed up, and giggled softly. I realized it was definitely going to be a cozy ride as the back seat had room for only 2 people. The driver would ride in front and steer the horse through the park. As I sat there, I noticed a bottle of champagne and 2 glasses in the cupboard in front of me. Eric didn't miss anything, thankfully. He even remembered champagne, wow. Eric climbed up, and sat next to me with his arm around my shoulder. I reactively nuzzled into his body, and rested my head on his chest, giving him a view down the top of my dress. The driver introduced himself, and climbed up into the front of the carriage. He turned and grabbed the champagne, and deftly opened it for us. Eric took the 2 filled glasses and handed me mine. He then made a small toast, saying how proud he was of me, and how thankful he was that I embraced being a sissy completely. Just like clockwork, I blushed again, and I looked down at my hands, so dainty, and my ring, so pretty, signifying what I truly was in my life. I took a small sip from my glass and noticed the pink lipstick smudge I had left on my glass, and smiled to myself with pride. The driver made a noise, and the horse began to walk. After a block or so, the clip clop of the horse walking became hypnotic, and became very relaxing. I had hoped this day would be perfect, but I never expected it to be a fairy tale dream. as I rested my head on Eric's chest, I looked down and saw he again had a bulge in his tuxedo pants. I lifted my head to meet his eyes, and he made a face, and asked me "What?". He leaned down and kissed me passionately and deeply. Feeling his tongue invade my mouth became such a natural feeling for me. Then Eric shocked me by asking the driver, "Hey Buddy, you mind if my new bride performs one of her wifely duties back here? I promise she won't make a mess." The driver laughs coyly and says, "Sure, it happens all the time." Eric grabs a blanket from the carriage cupboard, and lays it nicely for me on the floor of the carriage. I don't even think twice about it. I truly don't care what the driver thinks. I am a sissy wife and this is what makes my husband happy, that's all that matters. I gracefully slide from my seat in total anticipation for what is to follow. I trace his monster cock with my long nails through his pants. Eric's cock isn't the biggest cock ever, or the longest, but for sheer beauty, it is a masterpiece, and it is absolutely perfect for me. I reach for Eric's fly and I start to unzip my new husbands tuxedo pants. I use my hands to release it from his boxers, and unconsciously become aware I am moistening my lips again. I taste my "soft pink" Maybelline lipstick, and I know it will soon be replaced with another lovely taste. I look up at my husband, and flick my long lashes once, as I smile happily up at him. It is then I will truly realize how perfect my new life will be. Sucking my husband to completion will fully ingrain what I know to be true in my heart. For better or worse, I will be addicted to Eric's cock, and I embrace this thought completely. I notice Eric looking down my dress at my cleavage, and my pretty little blossoms being pushed up by my dress. They aren't enormous, but they are pert, and growing still, and they can be eye catchers in the right sweater or top. I blush again as Eric looks at them, and I know this is an unspoken compliment from my husband. Again, my clitty twitches. I slowly lower my head into Eric's crotch and softly kiss his beautiful cock. I notice my lipstick leaves a small pink smear on the head of his penis. Blushing again, I begin to lavish this perfect cock with kisses up and down the shaft. I begin to lick his cock from base to tip, it's like a giant lollipop, and it happens to be the flavor I never knew could be so intoxicating. Making and O with my mouth, I feed Eric's engorged cock inch by inch into my waiting mouth. Deeper and deeper I suck my husband's manhood into my pretty mouth. I smell his manliness each time my head pistons up and down. It's a smell only a man could have, and as I have found out, it's quite addictive. I look up, with my mouth full, and see Eric's eyes closed and moaning my name softly. This intensifies my feminine feelings, and I speed up the tempo. My head is going up and down on Eric's cock like a jackhammer. His eyes open as I finally work his entire cock into my mouth. He has a surprised look on his face as if I should be gagging, but I know why I am not. I have been practicing with my toys for months in anticipation of this event, and now I am able to conceal my gag reflex by relaxing my throat muscles. The calls of my name by Eric are getting louder the faster I suck. My sissy saliva has coats the shaft of his priceless cock, and it freely slides in and out of my hungry mouth. Eric places both of his hands on the back of my head and directs it up and down, force feeding me my happy meal. Eric is panting and moaning louder, and I wonder if the driver is aware of what is going on. I realize I don't care as Eric fucks my face. I no longer care what people think of me. Other opinions of me now are of absolutely no consequence to me. I have accepted my fate in life is to serve and please my husband as only a sissy can, and currently, that's with my pretty mouth. Eric loudly says my name one last time before I feel his entire body tense up, and release the one gift I had been so anxiously waiting for. No practice in the world could have prepared me for the sheer pressure and amount of cum Eric shot into my girly mouth. I swallowed what I could, as quickly as I could, but I was no match for his delicious seed. Dribbles of his wonderful cum ran down my chin, which I quickly caught in my hand. I could feel the warmth of his seed sliding into my stomach and truly I could feel the addiction being satisfied in my body. Like a crack junky feels when they get their fix, I felt the same way when Eric fed me my meal. Within seconds, I felt at ease and alive and now know Eric's cum could cause me to do anything. If he asked to rob a bank to suck his cock, I'd be mapping out the robbery in seconds. That's how addicted I had become to it. It was magical, delicious and I felt complete when it was inside of me. Once his spasms stopped, I eagerly cleaned Eric up with my tongue, and fed myself the few drops I had caught in my hand that had fallen from my chin. I savored the consistency, and taste and could not imagine a better meal for a sissy like me. As Eric laid back exhausted, I gracefully climbed back up to the seat. I take the small compact from my purse, and examined what damage had been done to my face. Not too bad I think, and I re-apply my pink lipstick, and smile contently, knowing I have Eric's little sperms swimming wildly in my belly. With any luck, this feeding will become at least a once a day event. The driver mentions how good I must be at my duties, and mentions what a hottie I am. This only intensifies my sissy feelings and I hope that Eric is proud of what the driver has said. The carriage ride is now even better than I could have imagined. The sights around us are beautiful, but I feel even better having gotten my happy meal. I feel more relaxed now, and can enjoy the flowers, trees and birds singing. I am a content sissy and Eric knows it, at he smiles at me. I can't help but think the day is only 1/2 over and we still have the reception and our first night together as man and wife. For the next 20 minutes or so, we cuddle and kiss in the carriage and enjoy the time in the park together sipping champagne and seeing the sights. It's almost sensory overload, and I am soaking up every second of it. We arrive back to our waiting limo, and take the 15 minute trip to the reception hall we picked. It's called the Fleur De Lis. The Fleur De Lis reception hall was locally known as a classy place, but was also very reasonable cost wise. Luckily our group was relatively small, and they were able to fit us into their schedule. They are famous for their food and expert service. We arrive at the hall right on schedule at 7PM. Our reception was always going to be small, but Eric and I thought it was important to have a reception for a couple of reasons. The first and most important reason was that Eric wanted to make sure there was no secret that I was his wife. He also thought it was important for me to have others see me as a bride to reinforce my place in things now. The last reason was that it was a celebration of starting our lives together and we wanted our friends and family there to share that with us. We invited approximately 75 people and when we walked in we saw that room was full, so that was a good sign. I wasn't sure who from my family, or my friends would be there, but I hoped some would understand and attend. I knew my parents weren't coming, but I was happily surprised to see two of my cousins had come and brought my only living Grandparent, my Grandma Emma. I also noticed most of my co-workers had shown up too, including my boss, so that was really sweet of them. It didn't take long for me to figure out the majority of the guests were either family of Eric's or people he works with. My head spun a little when I realized I was going to meeting quite a lot of new people tonight. Hopefully, they will approve of Eric's new wife, and the fact she was a sissy girl. The room we were in was decorated beautifully with white bells and lots of white streamers. I was shocked at how pretty the place was and I held Eric's hand tightly as the DJ played the welcoming song, when we walked into the room. I was very nervous, and shaking a little seeing all the people standing and clapping for us on our special day. We got to the head table, and Eric and I were placed in the middle. Maureen was on my right, and the best man Steve on Eric's left. The table closest to us was Eric's parents and some of his family. The next table closest was my cousins and my Grandma. Eric pulled my chair out, and I gathered my dress and sat, looking out at the crowd and trying to take this whole experience in. Unexpectedly, I felt my clitty twitch again. The attention and the feelings of being on such display were undeniably wonderful. Eric sat down next to me, and a waiter came and filled our glasses with champagne. Nervously I took a sip of mine hoping it would calm me down a little. Again seeing the pink lipstick smudge on my glass made me blush beet red. I had to keep reassuring myself that this was really happening and it was real and not a dream. Maureen and I looked at each other and shared a knowing smile. I was just so happy, and she could see it in my eyes. I had thought I was nervous walking into the reception hall, but that was nothing compared to the fear I felt as Eric's dad came up to the table with a microphone in his hand. I had met his parents twice before, and they seemed nice enough. But, I also kept thinking that his dad must be saying, it's not every day my son marries a sissy girl. Eric's mom and dad knew I was a t-girl, but they thought I was in transition, awaiting SRS. They had no idea Eric and I decided SRS was not going to happen and that his parents didn't need to know my sissy side. They always knew of Eric's attraction to t-girls, so it wasn't a complete shock he was marrying one. I am sure if they knew there were times when I wasn't quite the lady and instead a sissy, they might not have been so understanding towards me. Eric's dad got to the table and my grip on Eric's hand tightened, fearing the absolute worst. I moistened my pink lips and smiled my biggest pearly smile to Eric's dad, hoping that would ease my nervousness. He smiled back and actually winked at me. I could breathe again, and I could feel the weight lifted from my shoulders. That smile and wink from him told me it was going to be ok. It told me don't worry, you'll be fine. It made me feel happy again, though I wondered what he was going to do up here. The crowd silenced, and Eric's dad spoke into the microphone. He said, "Hi, I'm Martin Lanning and on behalf of my wife Debra and myself, we'd like to thank you all fro coming to share this special evening with us. Tonight is a special night for a very special couple. " He continued, " My wife Debra said to prepare something to say tonight, so here it is. I know we have the best mans toast to follow this, and then some delicious food, so I promise to try to be short. " He paused and started again, "I'd like to share a short story with you all about Eric. Not sure he remembers this or not. My law firm was one of the first companies to try the "bring your kid to work" days way back when. So, when Eric was little, maybe 11 or 12, I took him into work with me for a day. I put him in a cubicle outside my office and he sat there all day observing and watching the law clerks and paralegals as they did their daily jobs. At the end of the day, when we were riding back home, I asked him what he thought. He was beaming and smiling and said he had a great time. He mentioned how many of the office staff was girls. Being the typical chauvinist I was back then, I knew that and appreciated the females working there. Then Eric asked me how come so many of the girls there didn't dress like his mom in dresses or skirt. He noticed most of the girls at the firm wore slacks or pantsuits. I told him that not all girls were like his mom, and times change, and some think dresses and skirts are old fashioned. Well, Eric just sighed and told me that it was a real shame because they were all so pretty and that they should try to show that. So, anyway, it was on that ride home that day that I knew only an extremely feminine girl could be the one for our Eric. I knew then and there that if he ever got married, it would be to a girl who was a girly girl type. To no one's surprise, that is exactly what his wife Suzanne is. From the moment we met Suzanne for the first time, we knew this feminine creature would steal our son's heart which is exactly what she did. We weren't sure Eric would find someone who could make him happy, but we are ecstatic he found Suzanne and she is everything Eric always wanted. Suzanne, welcome to our family and thank you for being who you are and for loving our son." 'Now", he said, "I'd like to make a toast. To Eric and Suzanne, May you stay together forever, May you live a happy life. May you be the husband of her dreams, and may you always be a giving wife. Congratulations to both of you." He and everyone raised their glasses and took celebratory sips. Eric and I criss crossed our arms and sipped from our glasses as well. We looked dreamily into each other's eyes and smiled a smile only husbands and wives share. We both thanked Eric's dad, and heard some forks clinking the glasses and knew that it was the unofficial signal to us to kiss. So, I leaned into Eric and we softly kissed each other. His strong lips pressed against mine was almost too much to handle and yet again I felt another twitch in my panties. We broke the kiss and I immediately felt sad, and wanted more, but it was a long night, and I knew I'd be kissing my husband until morning. Steve stood and gave an Irish blessing for his toast, and again glasses clinked and Eric and I kissed. I could get used to this treatment I thought to myself. It's hard to describe how wonderful kissing Eric felt. His kisses made me feel safe, warm and wanted. I knew I'd do just about anything to get as many of those kisses he wanted to share with me. We then went through the buffet line to get our dinners. The DJ played quiet soft music while we all ate our meals. Naturally, my stomach was already full from my carriage ride meal, so I didn't eat much. I just picked at my food, while watching the crowd. I listened to the happy voices, and watched people smiling. It was a dream come true and I was taking the time to realize that and be thankful for it. As I sat there, I couldn't help but think of my wedding night and giving myself completely to my husband. I was still a virgin but Eric had seen me naked before, and I had given him hundreds of blow jobs while we dated, but later tonight, I would be submitting myself to my husband, and he will take my virginity and everything male that remains with it. He will enter me, deposit his manly seed inside of me, and that will be the moment I lose every moment in my life that I ever tried being a man. It will be the moment I completely accept what, and who I truly am, a girl, a sissy, and a wife. As I daydreamed, my clitty twitched again and I smiled subconsciously. Obviously my clitty twitching was something I couldn't control, but I became aware of the circumstances and thoughts that led to it. I realized it was the last of my maleness seizing for release. my clitty was accepting what it was now, a sissy cockette, not a cock. it was something my husband would laughingly play with during foreplay, but it wouldn't be a part of sex between us. I would giggle as he touched it, as if it were a pat on my butt, but knowing it would never be used as a sexual tool Everything about it screamed cockette now, including the small lace ribbon tied around it in a pretty bow, that Eric would untie later to symbolize that is was a present to him. It was now his. In anticipation of tonight, I had carefully shaved the area smooth and hairless. A sissy cockette should be pretty I told myself as I removed what hair that was there. Eric liked me smooth, and I remember him saying that no self respecting sissy would allow one single hair around her cockette. Pubic hair was something real men should have, not sissy girls. If You saw Eric's cock, You'd understand. he has quite a landscape of hair there, and it gives his beautiful cock definition and style. That was something I knew was different for me. Just the thought of a random hair being visible from my panties was enough to make me sick to my stomach. I sat there daydreaming, not hearing the forks on the glasses again, and before I knew it, Eric was kissing me again. Naturally, this was becoming second nature now, and I greedily accepted his lips. This time his tongue leapt into my mouth to swim with my tongue in a passionate wet kiss. I didn't hear a sound during this kiss, and we may have been alone for all I cared, but we weren't, and soon heard the clapping of approval from our guests. Eric broke our embrace, and we were both panting a bit. Damn, I was going to love getting used to kissing and making this man of mine happy. Our dinner plates were cleared and the DJ started playing a slow song called "Daddy's Girl". My uncle Larry came to our table and asked for my hand. Trembling, but smiling I took his hand and he led me to the small dance floor. Larry was taking my father's place tonight and playing the role perfectly. He wiped a tear from my cheek and I placed my hand in his. I placed my other arm around his neck, and we began to slowly dance back and forth to the music. As we swayed, I couldn't help but feel more tears fall from my eyes. It was a touching moment and I told Larry thank you for being there for me. He kissed me on the cheek as the song ended, and we finished our dance. I leaned up on the tips of my heels and kissed Larry on the cheek and told him Thank You. He said I was welcome, and kissed me back. I playfully tried to wipe my lipstick off of his cheek which made people laugh. Eric came up and placed his hand on the small of my back, and turned me to him. The DJ played "our song", and I looked up at Eric, and smiled happily. I interlocked my arms around his neck and began swaying slowly to the music. Being held warmly in my husband's arms was too much to take, and my clitty twitched again. I soon felt Eric's manhood pressing against my body, and he was rock hard. I felt every inch of it against me. It was then I was aware of my breasts being pushed up against his body, and knowing there was no place I'd rather be in the whole world than being held like this by my husband. Back and forth we went to the beat of the song, and I swear Eric was getting even harder (if that's possible). His hands slid down my back to my bottom and stayed there. Eric and I melted into each other, oblivious to anything around us, as the music played. I felt his strong hands rubbing my panties through my dress. Feeling his hardness against my stomach reminded me of what would lay in store for me later that night. I leaned my head up, and he kissed me again. This was no ordinary kiss. This was the one I had been waiting for. The one that marked me forever as his. The one that other women there were wishing their husbands would give them. Eric buried his tongue into my mouth deeply, almost savagely. I savored the warmth and taste of his mouth over mine and the masculinity he was showing to me. This kiss left no mistake to anyone of who was the giver of the kiss, and who was the receiver of it. If not for the crowd gathered with us, I imagined Eric's hands on my shoulders pressing me down to my knees to accept his cock and delicious seed into my mouth. But, it was instead the kiss that celebrated the end of our first dance as man and wife. Out of breath, he released me with a small audible pop from our mouths. I stood there weak kneed and flushed. I was panting quite a bit, and to others I am sure I seemed to be catching my breath, but truth be told I was feeling like a bitch in heat. I needed my man, and I needed him right then. I needed his cock in my mouth, my ass, between my breasts and anywhere else he wanted to put it. Realizing my situation, I quietly excused myself to use the restroom to regain my composure. For those of you who have visited ladies rooms before, you'll know what I mean about them being the last vestige of sanity at times. They are usually immaculate and femininely decorated to put us girls at ease in all situations. This ladies room was no different. Beautiful in its d?cor, and soft in its furnishings, it was picture perfect, and what a ladies room should be. I daintily plopped down on the sofa in the outer room and tried to get my thoughts together. One of my cousins and her two friends were there and came and sat with me. They wondered if I was sick, and I thought about telling them the truth, which was that I needed my husband's cock in my ass right now, but decided against it and told them I was just catching my breath. After a minute, I seemed to calm down a bit, and listened to the girls as they complimented me on my wedding dress and fawned over the material and handiwork on it. The chit chat turned to Eric, and they all agreed he was a handsome man and I was a very lucky girl to have snagged him. That made me blush again and I thanked them for the sweet words. The girls left, after we hugged, and I decided to try to use the room for what it was made for. Again, for those of you who have worn a dress like this, I don't need to tell you how difficult it is to use the bathroom while wearing it. With the talents of a trapeze artist, and having the forethought to use the handicapped stall, I was able to lower my panties, sit ladylike, and do my business. I immediately felt better, and went about extricating myself from the stall and getting my outfit back together. I pranced my way over to the sinks and washed my hands. Luckily for me, my cousin told Maureen I was in the restroom, because like magic, there she was with a small makeup bag. I finished drying my hands and came to the outer room again and sat at the settee next to the mirror, and crossed my legs. Maureen deftly powdered my nose for me, helped me fix my face, and re-applied my pink lipstick, and even blotted it for me. I smiled and turned to the pretty sissy brunette in the mirror and she smiled back, and everything seemed to be right with the world again. Maureen mentioned the kiss Eric and I had just shared and said "Hubba-hubba". We both laughed hysterically at the old reference. I fluffed at my coiffed hair, and moistened my lips, and we were soon headed back out the door. I saw Eric, and he was at the bar talking to some friends, as I made my way over to him. I noticed while I was gone, the dance floor had been opened up to the guests and there was a group of them dancing the night away. I sided up to Eric, and we smiled at each other. As I cuddled close to him, he slid his arm around my waist and pulled me closer. As he and his friends talked, I felt it was the most natural thing in the world for me to be nestled next to my husband. Eric ordered my favorite drink for me, a cosmopolitan, as I stood there on his arm while they talked. My drink arrived, I took a sip and Eric introduced me to a couple of his co- workers. We made small talk for a few minutes and then Eric said it was time to make the rounds and meet people. Taking my hand in his, he led us to the first of 15 tables, where we would talk to everyone. I met his co-workers, his aunts and uncles, his poker buddies, and lots of other people I'll never remember. At just about every table we visited, we had the same exact conversations as the table before. The ladies would compliment me on my dress and makeup and jewelry or hair. While the men would shake Eric's hand as men do, with a wink, wink, nod, nod, to suggest Eric was going to be a lucky man to be pounding my ass later that night. It was flattering to say the least that these men saw me that way. Down deep I hoped Eric felt the same way. I wanted him to pound my ass unmercifully. I wanted his seed inside of me searching for non-existent eggs to fertilize. Eric would make me a woman tonight, and every night after. That thought comforted me completely. The way he showed me off at each table reminded me how lucky I was. His arm never left my waist, or his hand was always holding mine. For me it was important to be at his side meeting the important people in Eric's life. Finally, we finished meeting with the last table. Eric escorted me back to the head table and we sat there. Just the two of us sharing one of the few quiet moments we could at our own wedding. He was whispering how he was going to fuck me later, and how sore I would be tomorrow. The whole time I was giggling in joy like a little girl on Christmas morning. I rested my hand on his thigh, and my clitty twitched again. I told Eric I couldn't wait to have him inside of me, and that I loved him. Then two waiters came out carrying our wedding cake and placed it in the middle of the room. Eric and I went over and we playfully made the first cut. I hoped he wouldn't smash his piece in my face when we fed each other and he didn't. He know how important it was that I wanted to be pretty and he didn't want to ruin my makeup. The cake was delicious and we hugged as the waiters cut the rest of the cake up for the rest of the guests. I heard the DJ say it was time for the "Dollar Dance". I didn't know what that meant, but Eric quickly led me to the dance floor. I stood there quietly, waiting to see what would happen. I turned and saw a line of about 30 men, and all of them had money in their hands. Apparently it was tradition for the men at a reception to pay to have a dance with the bride. Both of my hands came to my face in surprise thinking about dancing with 30 strange men, but I felt Eric's hand at my back, pushing me to the center of the floor. The music started, and the first man came up to me, and said his name was Pete, and he worked with Eric. He stared at my cleavage for a second and then folded his ten dollar bill, and slid it into the top of my dress. I thought I was going to die as my clitty twitched again. He took my hands and we danced for maybe 30 seconds, then the next guy came and introduced himself, slid the money into my bra and danced with me for the same amount of time. This tradition continued through 4 or 5 songs. Same routine.....man introduces himself, stares lovingly at my cleavage, folds his money and places it in my bra and then dances with me for a short time. More than once I felt one of the men's hardness against me while we danced. It was extremely flattering to feel and it made me proud that they found me so pretty. Two guys got fairly handsy while we danced and I could feel them feeling my ass or pinching it, which was very erotic. I was panting and sweating a little when we finished. The music stopped and I was supposed to pull the money out and count it. It was embarrassing to reach in and empty my bra in front of everyone. I hoped my dress would stay in place while I did. By the time my bra was empty of money and my cleavage was still in place, I started counting and got to $240. WOW, $240 dollars for having men dance with me. No wonder strippers made such good money. A girl could get used to this attention, no doubt. I gave the money to Eric, and he smiled from ear to ear knowing how turned on having those men dancing with me had gotten me. He put the money in his pocket and said, "good girl". Steve brought a chair out to the floor next, and Eric led me to it and I daintily sat there, and crossed my legs. The DJ called for all the single guys to come up to the dance floor and about 15 of them did. The formed a semi circle in front of me and the DJ started playing a striptease song. Eric got in front of me and kneeled. He slowly raised the front of my dress to my knees. Everyone was clapping and cheering and he lifted my dress higher. Then he grabbed the bottom of my dress and pulled it over his head. He quickly placed a soft kiss on my cockette, and my eyes closed, and I was tingling uncontrollably. I hoped Eric saw how pretty my cockette looked in their virginal white panties and hoped he liked it. The crowd cheered louder even though they couldn't see what he had done. They just saw his head under my dress and thought it was comical. He came out from under my dress, and continued raising the hem of my dress again, until it was at my thighs. It was there I was wearing the garter Maureen had given me (something borrowed, etc.) . It was pink and white and was ruffled all the way around. Eric smiled coyly, lowered his head and took the garter between his teeth. He raised my stocking covered leg, which I hope wasn't giving the rest of the room full view of my cockette in my pretty white panties. He bit the garter and started sliding it down my leg, inch by inch. My head was back, enjoying this whole scene being on display in front of everyone. The cheering from the crowd was even louder now. The single guys in front of me could see my panties I am sure, and I didn't care. I saw a few shocked faces and even more smiles on the guys in front of me. Eric slid my heel off, and slid the garter from my leg. He took a moment, brought the garter to his nose and breathed deeply. I had sprayed perfume on it when I got dressed and I was proud Eric was taking my scent in completely. I lowered and crossed my legs again and lowered the hem of my dress back to its original place around my ankles. Eric turned to the single guys and held the garter between his hands like a giant rubber band. He turned to face me, and then shot my garter into the group of guys. They all scrambled to catch it and two even fell to the floor in their attempt. One of Eric's co-workers caught the garter and held it up like a prize for all to see. He too put the garter to his nose, and I knew he was smelling the scent from under my dress and perfume. His smile showed he enjoyed the aroma. I blushed for the 50th time today, and my clitty twitched again, but I had lost count of how many times it had done that. I watched as a few of the guys walked away disappointed that they hadn't caught the garter, and that made me feel proud. The evening was winding down and I wasn't sure what events were left, until my cousin mentioned the "throwing of the bouquet". She was right. How did I forget that? So, the DJ gathered all the single ladies out on the floor, and Maureen handed me my bouquet of flowers. I turned around with my back to the ladies and bent forward. I was never good at baseball when I was a little boy, or throwing things, and hoped the flowers wouldn't end up ruined or hit the ceiling when I threw them. People always said I threw like a girl. Well I guess they were right, because I threw my arms up over me, and let the bouquet fly. It bounced and ricocheted off of two hands and landed right in the lap of my Grandma who was sitting at a table close to the floor. Everyone squealed and yelled for Grandma, and I turned and went to her. We hugged and she told me how happy she was for me. Then she surprised me by whispering in my ear. She told me that the key to really good sex on a wedding night is to make sure your husband has access to every opening. I turned beet red again and blushed completely. I said Grandma, oh my. She said she was serious, so I made a mental note of it, and we hugged again, secretly hoping she was right. What a cool old lady I thought, and what great advice she gave me. With the bouquet thrown, I was hoping that was going to be the end of the events for the evening and I could relax a bit. It was now close to 11PM, and it was almost time for our reception to be over. Eric came over to me and kissed me softly and asked me if I was ready for our special night together. I softly whispered, yes and I can't wait to have you inside of me. I looked down and saw Eric was as hard as I could ever remember, and I placed one of my hands over it. I could feel the heat and his beautiful cock seemed to be pulsing like a heartbeat, and it was wonderful. After a minute, he regained his composure, and we made our way through the hall giving hugs to our friends and families. They all knew what was going to be happening tonight, and they made their exits quick. Soon, it was just our immediate families and us