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Mel to Melissa Part 16 The author welcomes feedback at [email protected] I smiled at the corner of the ceiling where I knew a camera was located for a beat longer, then used my index finger to steer a globule of Mike's cum to my open mouth, where I sensuously licked it clean. I thought about winking at the camera before thinking better of it. I just smiled again, and then settled my head down on the carpet as my eyes shifted toward my lover. Our eyes met, saying more than we could have, even if we were alone. Mike stepped forward then and slipped his arms under my knees and shoulders, and effortlessly lifted me off the floor. My fingers ran through his hair as our lips touched gently, then more passionately. He held my shoulders as he lowered my legs, as our lips and tongues entwined together. As our lips came apart, the salesmen began to clap, and I bowed like an actress taking a curtain call as the men started speaking. "That was incredible," one said. "I had a feeling about you two." I smiled at Mike and said, "I guess our secret is out. Should we tell them the rest?" Mike shrugged as if it was up to me, so I turned to the salesmen and continued. "Mike and I are engaged." An assortment of 'congratulations' filled the air, until one of the salesman said what the others must have been thinking. "You let your fianc?e blow all these guys? I don't think I could do it, man." Mike looked at him, his gaze so hard the man turned away. "First of all, I don't 'let' Melissa do anything. Melissa does what she wants to do, and I support her in whatever choices she makes. She's a big girl and ..." "A big girl who used to be a guy,' said another salesman. As Mike turned and looked at him, I glanced at Christian. Surprise showed on his face, but he said nothing. Mike spoke. "Yeah? You see any trace of a guy next to me? You weren't thinking of what she used to be while she was hoovering the cum out of your cock were you?" "No, boss. It's just that ..." I interrupted. "It's OK. I have nothing to hide. I was born Mel Huntington, and now I'm Melissa Huntington. I love cock, but I love Michael even more. That's why only he gets to fuck me. Whether I stay here and give out blowjobs in the future ... well we'll just have to see. Now could someone hand me my negligee?" I wrapped the flimsy material over myself as the men filed out, leaving me and Mike alone in the Closer's Lounge. Mike spoke. "We haven't talked about it yet Melissa, but I'm not sure I want you working here after we're married." "Wow, it only took ninety seconds, Mike. Fastest backtrack in history." "Well, do you really think you'll want to continue after we're married?" My attitude softened, and I smiled at him. "Can we drive off that bridge when we get to it? I'd like to see what my fans are saying about my performance." "Mike smiled at that, and then stuck his head out the doorway to make sure it was empty before standing aside so I could slip into my office. Mike turned toward the IT office where Jeff had live-edited the streaming video. I went to the blow-jobs-are-for-closers website, clicked "skip intro" and saw immediately that the home page had already been changed. There was a news-type ticker scrolling across the top of the screen. "SEE MELISSA GET FUCKED ... VIDEO AVAILABLE IN 10 MINUTES The number "10" was flashing, and then it changed to "9" as I clicked on the Comments link. The reviews are in, I thought, before I started reading, and smiling. "OMG" "HOTTEST EVAH!" "Who was that gorgeous stud who fucked her silly? What a cock!" "They must be a couple. Did you see how they looked at each other?" "Can a TG take that big a cock?" "If her surgeon's good she can." "What a hot couple!" "I'm so glad my buddy texted me that she was getting fucked on camera. Now I gotta buy the video to see what I missed." "When I finish my transition, I hope I find a guy like him." I only frowned at the last comment I read. "If they're a couple, I can't believe he lets her do what she does." The door opened, and Mike walked in. He saw my expression and said, "What? I can't believe the reviews are anything but stellar." I smiled and said, "Oh, they are, they are. You know there are quite a few T-girls who'd like to fuck you. They all think your cock looks delicious." Mike smiled before he replied. "All girls want to fuck me, don't you know that? And I'll bet there are many more guys who wish they could be the one fucking you." I smiled again. "What did Jeff say?" "First of all he wanted you to know that he faded out the feed just before I scooped you up off the floor." "Good instincts." "Yeah. He said it was amazing to watch the server load as the action started. Usually the first few minutes the demand rises steadily, and then stays the same through the rest of the stream. But this time it was like everyone and their best friend was logging on, from the moment you announced you wanted someone to fuck you, until it spiked again when you chose me, and it didn't reach its max until about twenty minutes after that." "Wow. So the server handled the demand?" "Barely. We've doubled our membership, and Jeff is preparing for another usage spike when he has the finished video up in a few minutes. " "I found out I've got all these fans who think I'm beautiful and sexy and fantasize about me, and 90 minutes later you want to take it all away." Mike frowned, and I continued. "Can I just continue to enjoy myself for a little while?" Mike looked at me and shrugged. "I think I've created a monster." "Oh, Melissa was a monster before you met her, darling. Now she just has an outlet," I said as the next page of comments loaded and I turned toward the screen. PART 2 "I can't believe you decided to make Employee Appreciation Day your first day here, Faith." Faith was nude from the waist up, the straps of her purple lace bra hanging loosely off her shoulders as her wrists slipped behind her back. She spoke as she settled her ample bosom inside the frilly cups. "I feel much better and anyway why should you get to have all of the fun, Melissa?" I secured my white stockings to my garter belt, and then slipped the white thong panty on. As I slipped my matching white lace bra over my shoulders, I saw she was watching me. "I still can't believe its true, Melissa. You're one of the prettiest girls I've ever known. To find out you used to be a guy, it's just ..." She pantomimed firing a pistol into her head. "Mind-blowing?" I asked. "Yeah." "They didn't tell you about people like me at church, did they?" "No," she laughed. "They didn't tell me about a lot of things, either." "Faith, I'd like you to be a bridesmaid at my wedding." "Really? I'd love to!" We laughed and hugged, and then we turned toward the mirror, my long, lean body contrasting with her short, even more curvaceous one. Our eyes caught in the reflection. "You ready?" I asked. She smiled shyly. "I think so." We slipped into our silk negligees before we stepped out of my office and crossed the hallway to the Closer's Lounge. The furniture was cleared out of the room, which was filled with what I estimated was full shift of phone salesmen. Every one of them stared at Faith. Mike spoke. "That's your surprise, gentlemen. Meet Faith, the newest member of the sales incentive team." The men whooped and cheered, and Faith blushed and smiled. Christian whooped too, giving no indication that Faith was anyone but another girl eager to give out "bonuses". Mike continued. "All right gentlemen, welcome to Employee Appreciation Day. You are the top 20 sales people in this office, and because of your hard work, Walter's Travel has set company sales records. Its time to say 'thank you'." The men cheered again, and Mike motioned me and Faith toward the makeshift stage that had been constructed at one end of the room. Faith and I stood side-by-side at one end, and Mike stood at the other. On the wall was a dry-erase board with "FAITH" and "MELISSA" written on it. "Some of you may know the basis of this game, and some of you may be too young. But it doesn't really matter. Like 90% of life, you just have to show up. Steve, you're number eleven in sales, so you go first." Steve stepped up onto the stage and stood in the center. "Take off your shirt and pants, Steve and show the ladies what you have." Steve stripped off his clothes, revealing a lean, muscular frame. Stringy blonde hair framed cobalt blue eyes, and as his pants came down, I saw Faith suppress a giggle. Mike spoke. "Steve says he is eight inches long, and the bidding starts with you, Melissa." "Faith, I can suck five inches of Steve and make him cum in 12 minutes." Faith looked at Steve, and then back at me. "Melissa, I can suck seven inches of Steve and make him cum in 10 minutes." I looked at Steve, then back at my friend. "Faith, suck that cock." "All right, Faith wins the opening bid. Timing starts when his penis is visible. At that point, Faith, you'll have ten minutes to get Steve off. Faith smiled at me, and walked toward Steve, swinging her hips as she went. Her fingernail went down his jaw line as she stared up at him. "Are you going to give me some cum?" "Oh yeah, baby I'll give you anything you want." Steve's boxers were beginning to tent as Faith's small hands grasped his cock beneath the thin material. She sank to her knees in front of him, smiled at him and tugged his boxers down. His cock sprung out at her, and Mike spoke as he clicked the stopwatch in his hands. "Time starts now." Faith engulfed the purple head of Steve's cock before her lips slid down the shaft, making it glisten in the light. Her tongue and lips slid sideways down the shaft, and then she licked and suckled his balls as Steve moaned. She licked from the base to the tip, over and over again, before she sat back, stroking his cock as she smiled at him. "Three minutes expired," Mike said. Faith's tongue began to dance on the underside of Steve's head, making his eyes close as he moaned loudly. Faith's lips began to glide down the shaft, taking more and more of Steve's erection, her lips chasing her thumb and index finger as she fellated him. Soon Steve's hips began to buck as he thrust into her mouth and her hands grasped his thighs. Her own moans joined Steve's as he approached the point of no return. "One minute left," Mike said, and a split second later Steve groaned and shuddered, and pumped his seed into Faith's happy mouth. A cheer went up in the crowd of men. "Faith wins the point!" Mike said. As someone updated the scoreboard, I heard one salesman say "I hope she wins the bidding on me." I looked in the direction of the voice and saw it was Jones, who, back on my first day at the office, I had made cum just by talking to him. I stuck my tongue out, and someone stuck a rib in his side and said, "It don't matter who wins the bidding buddy. We win either way." Faith was still on her knees, still suckling at Steve's softening cock. She stopped then and pulled his boxers back in place as Steve reached down and helped her to stand up. Faith smiled at me as she resumed her spot on the stage. "Have fun?" I whispered. "Uh huh," she giggled. Mike spoke. "All right, the score is Faith one, Melissa zero, and up next is Jonesy." Mike smirked as Jones ascended the stage. "Jones was about to get fired for missing his sales quota until Melissa came along. Now he's the number ten salesman on the staff. He's only got five inches for you ladies but he's the number one improved salesman on the team. The bidding starts with you this time." Faith looked at Jones and then looked at me. "Melissa, I can suck all five inches of Jonesy and make him cum in twelve minutes." I wasn't going to let Jones get what he wanted. "Faith," I responded "I've made Jones cum just by talking to him. But I can suck all five inches of Jonesy and make him cum in six minutes." "Melissa, suck that cock." I smiled, and watched as Jones stripped out of his clothes. When he stood in front of me in his boxers, I sank down to my knees and left a full lip imprint on his tighty-whities. "Do you remember, Jonesy? Remember when I talked dirty to you and you lost control without me even touching you?" "Yeah," he said quietly. His cock was growing before my eyes. "Yeah, Jonesy remembers it well." I ripped his briefs down, and I heard Mike click his stopwatch. My hands cupped Jones' balls and lifted his head toward my lips. I engulfed it and inhaled his semi-erect cock, coating it with saliva and feeling it grow inside my mouth. When he was fully hard, I slipped him out and tongued his balls while I stroked him, my eyes staring up from below his package. "You going to help me win, Jonesy? You going to make me work for my point?" His panting breath told me that Jones still hadn't learned much self- control. He was where I wanted him, so I stopped stroking him, and softly licked the underside of his shaft until I was at the head, where I began a very slow descent down his shaft. As I came up a third time, I heard Mike speak. "One minute left, Melissa." I picked up my pace, my lips dancing quickly up and down his short shaft, before I released his head and my hand tugged at his erection. "You going to cum for me, Jonesy?" "Oh shit," he groaned, as his cum spurted out his cock into my open mouth. When he finished, I opened my lips wide to show him, then swallowed his load down. "Works every time," I said, and everyone laughed. "Point goes to Melissa!" Mike announced. When I was standing next to Faith again, she leaned toward me and said, "It doesn't take much to get him off." I shook my head and laughed as Jonesy came off the stage with his head down. The "competition" continued, and our faces and chests becoming steadily more coated with the top salesman's cum until they both glistened in the light. I didn't even know what we were competing for, but I still used my knowledge of the men, to bid strategically and let Faith take on the men with the most self-control. Sometimes it worked and sometimes it didn't - Faith's innate sexiness and burgeoning skills sometimes got some off in near-record time. Finally, with two salesman left, I led Faith, 5-4. Mike announced the next salesman, and we both looked at each other in surprise. It was Christian. "I thought Christian was number one?" Faith whispered, and I told her I thought he was, too. "Don't you dare," Faith whispered. "He's mine." "We'll see about that." But I wasn't going to blow Christian in front of his wife. I was just going to make her work for the point. I opened the bidding. "Faith, I can take all 11 inches Christian has and make him cum in 12 minutes." "Ten minutes." "Nine." "Eight minutes." "Faith, suck that cock." In a moment, Christian's clothes were off, and Faith was going down on him like he was the last man on Earth. Maybe she wanted to make sure he knew how much she loved him. Maybe she just wanted the point. But she was relentless, bobbing up and down the full length of his shaft until her nose was nestled in his ball sack, until she straightened up and began hammer-heading six-inches of him, and he was rocking back and forth on the stage. "One minute," Mike announced as he watched his stopwatch. Faith reached between Christian's legs then and began to press her finger gently into his asshole, making Christian groan loudly before he started cumming, his nectar filling Faith's hungry mouth and spilling down into her cleavage. "Point to Faith," Mike called, and everyone applauded. When Faith came back over to me, I leaned over and whispered. "Learning new tricks, I see." "We've been experimenting," Faith giggled. "The score is tied with the top salesman to go," Mike announced. "Now this salesman is something of a surprise, and it's the judge's decision to name him number one salesman for the purposes of this competition. Tyrone, come up here." A gorgeous, heavily muscled black man stepped forward, and I recognized him immediately. He'd worked at Walter's Travel when I was still Mel Huntington, and I wondered if he had any idea who was about to bid on the opportunity to suck his cock. "Tyrone worked for me several years ago, and he was convinced to return when I told him about the new 'bonus' system. He's packing twelve hard inches ladies, and Melissa, you will start the bidding." "Faith, I can suck ten inches of Tyrone and make him cum in fifteen minutes." "Melissa, I can suck all twelve inches of Tyrone and make him cum in ten minutes." "Nine." "Eight." I stared at Faith. This sweet, white Southern Baptist-raised girl wanted this black man's cock in her mouth very badly, so I let her have him. "Faith, suck that cock." Faith clapped her hands together, and decided she didn't want to just watch Tyrone strip. She stood before her Adonis, pushing his t-shirt up over his shoulders, then running her hands over his broad chest and chiseled abs. When his pants came down and the bulge in his briefs came into view, Melissa spoke under her breath. "Oh my God." Her hand started at the root, and she went hand-over-hand along the length of his still flaccid penis. Two and a half hands, I saw. I started to wish I had made one more bid. Faith explored the shaft through the material, using her tongue and teeth to tease him. His cock began to stir, and soon Faith was tugging down his underwear and freeing the beast. "Time starts now. Eight minutes Faith and you must take him all the way down to the short-hairs." Faith spit on his cock, and spread the saliva urgently down the shaft as her tongue explored the wide head. When it was slick, she grasped the root and started to fellate him, her lips gliding along the shaft softly, then with more pressure. A low rumble of satisfaction escaped from Tyrone's throat, and then Faith turned her back to him, offering her lips and tongue and throat. He began to move deeper into her mouth, until she gagged a bit and had to stop. Tyrone's cock was simply too wide. Faith turned around and began to suck what she could, urgently, moaning around his shaft as it puffed out her cheeks. Her hands couldn't grasp the shaft but she stroked it with both hands, faster and faster, until Tyrone took her tiny hands away from his cock and he began to fuck her mouth using short, hard strokes. Faith moaned louder as her hands massaged his balls and Mike called out that there was one minute left. Faith was still now, lost in the feeling of submission to her big black buck. Tyrone slipped out of her, and he stroked himself to climax, pasting Faith's face with thick ropes of white cum. "Time," Mike called. "I'm sorry Faith but you did not take all of Tyrone's twelve inches. The point is awarded to Melissa. Melissa is the winner!" The crowd cheered as I clapped and said to Faith, "Your eyes wrote a check your throat couldn't cash." Faith laughed. She didn't care, because she had gotten what she wanted. "So Mike, what did I win?" "You get the first round in the Jeopardy box." Mike pointed at the opposite wall, where there was a three sided, floor- to-ceiling wooden box. On each side, about three feet off the ground was a large hole. Above that was a short shelf, and what looked like a wired pen sat on each shelf. I looked at Mike. "Is that ...?" Mike smiled and nodded, and I nearly skipped through the salesmen to the box, where I quickly found which side had the entry door. Inside I found that the floor was covered by a thick pillow. I kneeled down and waited. "All right guys, this second game is for the remaining nine salesmen. Eric, Tom and Dan, you are salesmen number 12-14 in the office. Drop your pants and step up. Its time to play Jeopardy. There are no answers, and the only question we accept is "What is a blowjob?" Grab your buzzers. When the red light comes on, hit the button. If you're first, you'll know it." I'd told Mike about the fantasies I'd had, years ago, of servicing men at a glory hole. If I couldn't be a woman, maybe I could pretend, I thought. Now, Mike had taken my fantasy of anonymous blowjobs and turned it into something else. Three pretty cocks slid into my booth, and I heard Mike say, "ready, set, go." There was a chorus of clicks, and a light turned on in the booth, directly above the cock in front of me. I slipped him into my mouth and began to slide my lips down the thickening shaft. My hands reached out to the others and began to stroke them, as I took more and more of the shaft into my happy mouth. I heard the buttons click again, and this time the light to my right turned on. I released the cock I had been sucking, and engulfed the thick head and shaft of the cock to my right, and now my hands stroked the other cocks. I sucked slowly and steadily, waiting and watching. When the buzzers clicked again, two men said "shit" while the light stayed illuminated on the cock I was sucking. He began to thrust, and I enjoyed the sensation of his shaft sliding against my lips, until the clicks started up again, and the light to my left turned on, and I shifted and began to suck him urgently. I had no free will and no choice. My lips went to the cock of whichever man had the fastest reaction time. And as time went by, it took longer and longer for the trigger light to come on. Soon, with time to concentrate on one cock at a time, I brought one man to orgasm, and now the battle was between only two. I followed the rules of the box and sucked whichever cock had earned my attention, until finally only one was left. I drained his balls quickly, and then three more cocks slid into my booth. "No, I want to try," I heard Faith exclaim. "You'll get your chance, I thought," as a light turned on and I continued as the only moving part in the blowjob box. PART III I was lounging on the couch when I heard the door to the condo open. "Hi honey. What took you so long? Halftime is almost over." "We decided to play best-of-five sets." "Did you win?" "6-4 in the fifth. I didn't even take a shower, I just threw my gear in the car and hauled ass." Mike had sat down on the couch next to me. His shirt clung to his chest, and his wet hair was pasted to his forehead. I wrinkled my nose but curled up against him anyway. The broadcast resumed, and he saw the score: Cowboys 21 Redskins 10. "Ahh, fuck me." "Is that a command or an exclamation?" "It might be a command," Mike said, "but only if you take off that goddamned jersey!" I laughed in mock outrage. Who was he to tell me what I could wear or which team I could root for? I patted his thigh below his short tennis shorts. But Mike was having none of it, and he pawed at the jersey, tugging it as I tried to push his hands away. I was no match, and in a moment I sat nude next to him. "You might have gotten the jersey off of me. But you can't change the score." I teased. "Yeah? Bite me." "OK" I replied, and leaned down into his lap, nipping gently at the bulge in his tennis shorts before mouthing his cock with my soft lips. The material was drenched with his sweat, and I breathed in the aroma of my sweat and testosterone drenched man. Suddenly I didn't want him to shower. I wanted him - now. The announcers were talking about a crucial illegal use of the hands penalty that had set up Washington for its first touchdown, and I straightened up next to him, watching the screen while I started my own use of the hands. My palm massaged his cock through the damp material, and then I began to tug at the button of his shorts, loosening them and reaching in to pull his cock free. Mike didn't waste time, and lifted his butt off of the couch and slid his shorts and jock down to his ankles. My head dipped down, and I lifted the head toward my lips with index finger. The taste and aroma were intoxicating as my lips glided down his shaft, up and down, up and down, bringing my man to a full erection quickly. His hand was squeezing my ass, a finger sliding along my slit. I turned toward Mike, one hand holding his shaft with my tongue stimulating the sensitive underside of the massive crown, my other hand pushing his tennis shirt up. He leaned forward, pulling it off of him, and he was nude. His chest was slick, and a trickle of sweat dribbled down his chest toward his rock-solid abs. I kissed the head of his cock, and moved up on my knees, licking his salty sweat as a dog might. I kissed and nibbled my way toward his chest, as I heard the announcer speak. "Cowboys took too long, that will be a delay of game penalty." Mike smiled mischievously and turned my head down toward his cock. "No delay of game, Dallas." I stuck my tongue out before I happily engulfed my lover's cock. I bobbed up and down, taking it deeper and deeper inside my warm mouth. "It will be third-and-15," I heard the TV say. "Backfield in motion for the Cowboys as Romo goes back into the shotgun formation." With that, I began to shake my booty, bouncing up and down as if Mike's cock was inside it. My lips bounced up and down his shaft and a moan escaped from my throat. "And the 'Skins defensive line gets to Romo and Smith gets a pat on the butt for the sack." Mike's hand came down hard on my ass, making me release his cock. Then he slipped a finger inside me and I continued to grind my ass, this time against his hand as he finger-banged me. My hands stroked him as my tongue stimulated his head. "But there's a flag downfield! Illegal contact, Redskins. First down, Dallas!" Mike grabbed my hands then, removing them from the shaft. Our eyes came together as he steadied his cock below my mouth, and when I closed my lips around it, his hand moved to the back of my head, bringing my head down his shaft as his finger brought me to orgasm, spasming around it as he continued to plunge inside of me. Finally Mike's fingers slid out of me, and his hands brought my hair together, holding it out of the way as I greedily sucked him and he groaned loudly. "Cowboy's backfield in motion again as Romo sets up under center ..." Mike's hand came down again on my ass, and I began to bounce and jiggle, like I once saw big-butt porn queen Alexis Texas do. "Romo goes for it all ... touchdown, Washington!" "Shit!" Mike said, and pulled my mouth off of him. "You happy, Cowboy fan?" I laughed and said, "Yeah. I want to celebrate with your cock inside me." He hissed, "Careful what you wish for," and flipped my arm away from him, turning me on my side as Mike flipped the coffee table over, scattering magazines as he stood before me. I turned onto my back, spreading my legs for him and reaching for his cock, wanting him inside me. He slapped my hand away. "Who's the best team in the NFC?" "The cow-," I started to say before correcting myself. "The Redskins!" Mike pressed my thighs further apart, and then plunged inside of me, filling me to the hilt. "Don't you forget it," he said, as he started to thrust his full length in and out of me with such force that in a few minutes, I brought my hands together to form the universal sign for a time-out. But he was having none of it. He pulled my hands apart and pinned my wrists to my side as he pistoned in and out of me savagely, bringing me to another shattering orgasm. He slipped out of me, and sat down on the couch. I panted next to him, my hand drawn back to his cock as my breathing slowly returned to normal. With one last deep breath, he reached over and grabbed my right knee, pulling my hips astride him until he was deep inside me again. His lips danced over my breasts and nipples and he allowed me to set the pace and depth of his strokes. The game intruded on me again as I heard, "Grossman has engineered a drive here, and he's going to throw it deep into coverage ..." Mike released my breast and peered around my shoulders to see the play unfold. "... interception, Cowboys!" I couldn't keep myself from smiling as Mike exclaimed, "Oh fuck me!" "Yeah!" I screamed, and then recited my measurements like a quarterback under center... "38 ... D ... 26! ... 36! - Fuck! Fuck Fuck!" I turned his chin away from the screen and leaned in, my hair falling around his face. "Fuck your favorite Cowboy fan," I whispered. With that, his hands went around my thighs, and he effortlessly lifted me in the air as he stood up off the couch. My arms wrapped around his neck as he lifted me up and down on his cock, which had never left my pussy. Finally, he lifted me off of him, and with one last disdainful look at the screen, he turned away from it as I sunk to my knees below his still raging erection. I engulfed him again, sucking him deeply and energetically, until he began to groan and I released him just as cum spurted out of his cock, splashing onto my face and breasts and open mouth. I glanced at the screen. The scrubs were in the game, and Mike's cum coated my face and dribbled off my chin. I smiled, Mike let out a chuckle, and we both collapsed onto the couch, my hand resting on Mike's waist as he kissed my forehead. "Don't worry honey, there are plenty of games to go." "And I think we'll have a lot of fun watching them together," I continued, as we both laughed. The announcers were giving their post-mortems as Mike kissed me again. "Yeah, but don't be surprised if that jersey doesn't make it out of the wash one of these days." I sighed as I watched cute butt walk down the hall toward the shower. Later, as we sat together with our takeout pizza and beer, I reached out for Mike's hand and looked in his eyes. "I have to talk to you about something, baby. I've made a couple of decisions. Did you really mean what you said, that you'll support me whatever I decide?" Mike looked warily at me before he nodded. "I don't want to go back to work on Monday. I don't want anyone else, ever again. No one can satisfy me like you do, and thanks to you, I've satisfied every fantasy except one - being the best wife I can be to the man I love." Mike looked relieved, and leaned in to kiss me. "You realize you'll have to shut down the website," I said. "If that's what you want, consider it done." "I love you, baby." "I love you too." I smiled at him, and hesitated just a moment. "There's one other thing. The wedding is so close, and I want us to take a break." "What? Why do we need a break?" "Because I want to make our wedding night special. I want to date you again, go out dancing and dining, but go cold turkey, sex-wise, for a month. Sue is doing the same thing with Bill. Maybe he can crash here while I go back to her place?" Mike just stared at me, confusion on his face. "You want to stop having sex, just to make our wedding night better? I think we can make our wedding night and the whole damn honeymoon pretty special." "I'm sure we could, but this is what I want. OK?" "No, not 'OK'..." "Please don't be angry. I promise you'll be glad we did this - after we're husband and wife."