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Chapter Thirty When we pulled up to the resort, some of our friends and associates were milling about, as the wedding party was arriving and settling in to their rooms. The bellmen swarmed our car to help us with our luggage. When they learned that I was the groom, and that Mandy was the Maid of Honor, it was as if the red carpet was mysteriously rolled out beneath our feet. We had several people rush to greet us, including the resort manager, who told us he would personally escort us to our suites. He advised that my suite was on the other side of the resort, just as we had requested. I looked at him funny, as I did not know what he was talking about. He must have noticed my confusion, as he explained, "Ms. Andrews indicated that you wanted to have you and your guests sorted by groom and bride?" "Oh," I replied. "Sure. That's fine." Mandy chirped in, "I suppose that means I'll be on the bride's side of the resort. Who can help me with my bags?" The manager pointed to a handsome young man and identified him as the assistant resort manager. The young man smiled hungrily when he got a glimpse of Mandy. In her teasing manner, Mandy said, "Yes! He'll do! Right over here young man," she said as she pointed to her pile of luggage. She'd brought enough clothes for a week it seemed. The manager enlisted the help of one of the bellboys to carry my luggage and he led me toward my suite. I was on the top, or fifth level of the resort, that had a distinctly beachy air about it. He opened a door that led into my room, a very spacious, open room that overlooked the Atlantic Ocean. The view was spectacular. He told the bellboy to sort out my luggage for me while he showed me the rest of the suite. He opened a door that led to a large open room suitable for entertaining a fairly large crowd. I noticed right away that the room was stocked with snacks and drinks, including a full bar. Large sliding doors opened onto balconies looking over the ocean. "Wow!" I exclaimed. "This is nice!" Grace had really done a great job selecting our wedding destination. This was the first I'd seen it. As the manager was showing me around, we heard a loud shriek, that sounded like a woman, come from the room on the other side of the entertainment area. We each looked at each other in wonderment. Then we heard it again followed by a cry of "Oh God! Yes! Yes! Yes!" I probably turned red at that point as I recognized the voice, and realized that my sister was the source of the obvious female orgasm that had just been broadcast to the resort manager and me. My heart sunk into my chest also as I immediately suspected who the cause of her pleasure probably was. Rex Rawls. Grace's boss. The manager, however, knew when to act ignorant and immediately redirected our conversation. "Mr. Thompson, if there is anything you need - anything at all - please let the front desk know that I personally want them to expedite any request that you or your guests may have. Okay?" I thanked him for his courtesy and told him that I was certain everything would be fine. I was as anxious for him to skidaddle as he appeared to be, as I knew a confrontation was coming soon, and I preferred to do it alone. He didn't need to tell me that my sister had the adjoining room to our suite. The only question I had was where my mother's room was. I had assumed that she and Rhonda would share a room. When the manager left, I went back to my room to begin putting my clothes away. I was hanging the last item in the closet when I heard Rhonda's voice calling, "Dan? Dan? Are you here?" "In here," I yelled back. I went to greet her, bucking up my courage to have to face Rex, and fully intending to not let on that I'd heard them next door earlier. Rhonda met me at my door and threw her arms around my neck, giving me a huge hug. I was self-conscious about her holding me too long, as I worried that she would feel my bra straps. "Dan! Can you believe it?! You're getting married tomorrow! I'm so excited!" I was a little thrown by her excitement. But then I remembered what she'd been doing a few minutes earlier. I looked into the room behind her, expecting Rex to be there, or to emerge from her room, but he was nowhere to be seen. "What are you looking at?" Rhonda asked, turning to look back into the room. "Are you alone?" I asked quizzically. "Huh?" she replied. Then her face lit up in understanding and her hand went to her mouth, in mock embarrassment. "Oh no! You were you in the room just now?!" she asked. I nodded. "Uh huh." "Oh Dan! I'm sooo embarrassed. Was it awful? Were you alone?! Please say you were." I lied. "Yes. I was. Where is he?" "He went to his room," she advised. "I see." Then, I asked, "So, is this serious Rhonda?" I wasn't sure I wanted it to be. How awful would it be if they ended up getting married? I'd have to contend with him for the rest of my life! Rex - the man who fucked my wife and my sister. Rhonda shrugged her shoulders. I noticed for the first time then that she was wearing the necklace holding the key to my chastity cage. "I don't know. Maybe. It's fun. I know that. We'll see. Why? Don't you like him? You seem a bit put off." "No," I partially lied. I didn't actually, not like Rex. It was more that he made me feel uncomfortable. With myself. Continuing, I added, "I like Rex. I just don't want you hurt Rhonda." She smiled her big sisterly smile that I knew well. "Thanks Dan. Don't worry. I can take care of myself. And as for hurting, it only hurt a little. At first. But not anymore," she joked lewdly in a way I wasn't accustomed to from my sister. She giggled at her off color remark and I turned red. "Rhonda!" I chastised her kiddingly, but not really. I now felt even more uncomfortable as she just affirmed his size for me. He must be hung like a horse or something. She laughed. "Sorry! I don't even know where that came from. I'm bad, aren't I?" Laughing with her I agreed. "Yes. You are! I may have to tell mom," I teasingly threatened. "Ha!" she retorted. "Like mom has any room to talk. I think she's already had her luggage moved to Mrs. Andrews' room. They're shacking up together. And I don't think that is all either," she insinuated what I already knew, but could not admit. To flesh her out, I asked, "What are you talking about?" "Wellll, let's just say that our mother, and your future mother-in-law, seem to have hit it off very well. Very, verrryyy well," she made her meaning clear. "No!" I replied. "No way!" "Yes way," Rhonda affirmed. "Mom and Mrs. Andrews are doing it Dan!" Okay. I already knew this. Because of my inside knowledge as, ah, Sissy. But I had to carry out the charade. "I cannot believe this!" I exclaimed. "Are you sure?" "Uh huh. Mom told me," she stated matter of factly. "Damn!" I rejoined. "Why didn't you tell me?" Rhonda stared at me a beat, and said, "I just did." "No" I replied. "Before now." "Well, I haven't been around you until now. And plus, I wasn't sure how you'd take it. Are you alright with it?" I thought to myself, 'Who am I to judge?' I said to Rhonda, "I suppose. I mean, I want mom to be happy. Is she happy?" "Very happy. Happier than since dad died Dan. This is serious. How great would it be if we all found someone?! You! Mom! Me! Wouldn't that be great?" I had to agree that it would be. "Yes. It would be great." Changing the subject, I asked, "So, I guess we ought to get ready for the rehearsal dinner. Huh?" "Yep!" she agreed. "I'm going to go get a shower and do just that. See you in a few." "Okay," I said as I returned to my room and closed the door. Wow! Things were getting wilder all of the time. My mother was coming out as a lesbian with my fiancee's mother. Not directly to me yet. But, if she told Rhonda, she is serious about the relationship. Sooner or later it would become public. Besides, they could barely conceal their enthusiasm for each other as it was. And my sister, fucking my fiancee's boss, and her former lover? Unbelievable! I wonder what they'd say if they ever found about me? I hoped it never would come to that. I still had not heard from Grace. I called her room, but she didn't answer. I left her a message to call me, and then undressed to take a shower. After concealing the lingerie that Mandy gave me earlier, I stepped into the luxurious steam shower and let the heat take me away. As I let the hot water cleanse my chastity cage I thought, 'Only one more day, and this thing is gone!' And believe me, I wasn't going to miss it either. After drying off from my shower, I began dressing for the rehearsal dinner. I withdrew the lingerie set that Mandy gave to me and began putting it on. I had just finished attaching the stockings to the last garter clip and was about to stand up to put on the sheer light blue slip, when I heard the door to my room begin to open. I panicked, wondering who might enter my room without knocking. I feared it was a bellboy delivering something, and not realizing a guest was in the room. I shouted out, "Wait! I'm not dressed!" hoping that would stop whoever it was. But the door swung open and in stepped Grace. "Not dressed? Oh my! Danni! Look at you!" she exclaimed smiling as she approached me. "Grace!" I cried out, caught off guard. "Why didn't you knock?" She laughed at me like I'd just asked the stupidest question ever. "Knock?! Uh, Danni? We're getting married tomorrow?! I hardly think we need to knock for each other. And look at you! I love it! Did you buy that especially for the rehearsal dinner?" she asked, assuming I'd bought the lingerie myself. She was already dressed for the rehearsal dinner. She looked amazing! Her dress was a floral print, in keeping with our beach locale, and had a plunging neckline, revealing her soft, plump breasts at the top. Her hair was done up on top of her head and looked great. She was beaming with excitement. "Uh, no," I answered. "It was a gift. From Mandy." "Oohhh! I see! To make up for the other night?" "Huh? No. It was, a, she said it was a wedding present. That you'd like it." I explained. "Hmmm. Well, she was right. Of course! I do like it. You look very pretty in it. Do I take this to mean that all of that foolishness from the other day is behind us? We're okay with you wearing pretty undies for me?" I wondered what she was trying to say. It was as if she was resetting some ground rules before we got married. I sensed my response could be crucial. "Grace," I began. "What it means is that I love you. And I'm committed to loving you. And I want to make you happy. And if this makes you happy, then I'm willing to give this to you. But to you," I emphasized. "I see," she said, apparently considering my reply. "Well, I love you too. And I'm committed to our happiness as well. So I think we each agree. I just wanted to check to make sure you were okay before the rehearsal dinner tonight. And seeing you dressed this way reassures me." She pulled me to her and held me closely, her hand slipping to my butt and rubbing me outside of the pretty blue panties. She then gave me a soft, wet, sensuous kiss. Smiling at me, she teased, "I don't suppose you'll be wearing your breast forms tonight?" I looked shocked at her suggestion. "Just kidding! Relax!" she calmed me. "Ha ha. Not funny," I pouted. "Oh come on! It was funny. And you're pretty too." She then slipped a hand inside of my panties and grabbed my clean-shaven ballsack, caressing it. "One more night baby! One more night. Are you ready for me?" she cooed. "I think so," I assured her. "Good! Because I can't wait! In fact," she said seductively, dropping to her knees in front of me. Then, pulling my panties down, she leaned in and kissed me on my smoothly shaved balls. She gently licked me, causing my penis to swell within the acrylic prison. Smiling impishly up at me, she asked, "Do you like that?" I nodded. "It feels good," I said. "But it hurts too. I wish you had the key," I whined. "Mmmm. Me toooo!" she agreed. "But your stubborn ol' sister. I should have given the key to Mandy. Oh well," she said, licking my balls again with a wet tongue. "One more night baby." Then, as quickly as she got me going, she stopped and stood up to leave. "I better go and let you get dressed. People are waiting on us. Now finish getting dressed. I'll be out back waiting to do the walk through for our wedding. Hurry up!" she said slapping me on my butt. "Okay," I replied, frustration in my voice. Grace walked out leaving me alone to get dressed. Well, I suppose that settled things. We were going through with the wedding. And I was agreeing to let her dress me in feminine undies - probably forever. I finished dressing, covering the lingerie I wore beneath a man's suit. It was strange how comfortable I had become wearing panties, concealed by my male garb, knowing that only a few people knew about the secret I shared with Grace. Oddly, I barely thought of it anymore when I was mingling with others. In fact, my biggest fear was that other women would figure it out when they greeted me with a hug, which, of course, is how women greet everyone, including each other. Men generally greet with a handshake, a much safer and less intrusive way to acknowledge each other. Thank goodness I didn't have to worry about guys like Rex touching me on the shoulder. Like guys like him would ever show such affection to another guy. Once dressed, I went to join the others gathering on the beach at the pavilion where the resort held weddings. Because the wedding was small, only a few people were there - Rhonda, Mandy, our mothers, the two of us, and the minister Grace had found to perform the ceremony. She was an Episcopalian minister from a local church. Grace's mother was going to walk her daughter down the aisle, given the absence of her father. There was a Mistress of Ceremonies, named Marie, helping organize everything. She must've handled a lot of weddings at the hotel, as she seemed to know everyone, including the minister. I figured this was a bit of an industry down here. Marie stationed Rhonda and me at the front of the pavilion, near an alter type setup. She then directed Mandy to walk down the aisle and then my mother, followed by Grace and her mother. It felt weird being the only man involved in the ceremony. But, given the circumstances, that was the way it worked out. We walked through the ceremony a few times until Marie was satisfied that we had it down. We didn't do a full recitation of vows. Grace had insisted that she write our vows and that we deliver them fresh at the wedding. Once we completed the rehearsal, we all walked together to the patio where the cocktail party before dinner was being held. Our out of town guests had arrived and were already on their way to letting loose for the weekend festivities. All of Grace's girlfriends were in attendance, with dates, most very manly looking men. Gayle was with Fred Davis, and Ryan Kerrigan had come along to be Mandy's date. We greeted everyone as we made our way to the bar to get drinks. I know I should have probably thought of it, but I had not fully realized how much the center of attention we were going to be this weekend. I mean, it was our wedding weekend, and so maybe I should have been prepared, but we were the reason everyone around us was here. And I suddenly felt this overwhelming sense of obligation to make sure everyone was having a good time. I mingled with the guests, spending time with each person, or group of people, accepting their congratulations. It didn't strike me as odd that nearly everyone, almost to a person, emphasized how lucky I was to be marrying Grace. Grace's looks, charm, intelligence and nearly any quality one could think of, was praised and emphasized as reasons why I was fortunate. For the most part, Grace and I moved about the cocktail party separately. A few times I noticed her greeting other of the male guests and felt pangs of jealousy each time I saw her hold the hug a little too long, or plant a kiss on a man's cheek. I knew that was a common way for women to greet men who they were not romantic with, but I was still feeling a little sensitive about Grace. That was something I was going to have to get over though, because she would always be one of those women that other men would willingly allow to hug them, just for the slightest contact with someone as sexy as she was. Soon, my mother began ringing a bell she was given by the resort staff and everyone was ushered to their tables for dinner. My mom had spared no expense. The meal served to everyone was Surf N Turf, with a petite filet and crab cake filling out the combination. A vegetable medley and baked potato rounded out the meal. Dessert was key lime pie, a southern United States specialty. Then came the part of the evening I had been silently dreading - the toasts. The first toasts were given by several of Grace's girlfriends. There was a common theme to all of their tributes to Grace - she was their leader as long as they'd known her. She was the one who set many of them up with guys, often times "hand-me-downs," as they were referred to. I didn't need to be a rocket scientist to figure out that was code for saying Grace pre-fucked her girlfriends' boyfriends. The murmur among the other guests sent the message to me that everyone else understood what they meant as well. Then, a few of my workmates gave toasts on my behalf, and it was pretty obvious that they were stretching, because few knew me outside of the office, and thus didn't have any funny private stories to tell about me. Even my workmates ended up acknowledging that I was the lucky one in the pending nuptials. The final two toasts of the evening were given by my sister and Rex. They stood next to each other, playing up the fact that they were now romantically involved. Rhonda giggled as she and Rex flirted in front of everyone, seemingly unsure who should go first. Rex settled it saying, "I always believe that the woman should get hers before the man, so you should go first pretty lady," he said to uproarious laughter from the other guests over his sexual implication. Rhonda, not to be outdone, replied, "Well, I can speak from experience that no truer words have ever been spoken by any man I know. Thank you kind sir," she intoned in a southern belle drawl. Then, turning to me, she smiled and began. "Little brother! Where do I begin? This is such a special time for our family. The three of us," she said, referring to herself, me and our mother, "have been through quite a bit together." Addressing the early death of our father, she said, "Losing our dad young was difficult. Especially for a little boy. But our mom was tough, and she kept us going forward. I know we worried sometimes about mom's little Danny, not have a male influence, but I think you've managed quite well. You were always such a sweet little brother, and my friends loved you like you were their own little brother. And being the only boy in the house didn't seem to affect you. You were so easy, and mom and I loved you to death. I admit, we sometimes worried about you being shy and not dating in high school, but you studied hard and made good grades, and now look at you - a successful and brilliant lawyer, about to marry a beautiful and equally smart woman who any man who be envious of. So, I'd say things have turned out quite well for you. And I should thank you for allowing me one of Grace's, ah, 'hand-me-downs.'" She ended her toast on that note to an even louder laugh than Rex had elicited with his sexual double entendre. She smiled coyly at Rex as she handed the microphone to him to give his toast. Giving Rhonda her due for her play on the evening theme, he bowed and then began, "Well, if I'm Grace's 'hand-me-down,' then I reckon that's a pretty good first owner to be discarded by." He paused for the laughter to die down as Rhonda acknowledged his parry with a bow of her own. Interjecting, she exclaimed, "Touche!" "Indeed," Rex said as he went to work. "The truth is, Grace and I have a completely professional relationship." Laughter again. "No. Really!" Rex insisted, as if he realized no one believed him. "Or, anyway, that's my story. And I'm stickin' to it!" Again, huge laughter. Rex was a regular comedian. I wonder if anyone cared anymore that all of this seemed to be at my expense. At this point, all I wanted was for this evening to come to a conclusion so that I could disappear into my room to wait for the wedding the next day. "But I'm supposed to be toasting Grace and her fianc?," Rex returned to the task at hand. "As everyone has said, Grace Andrews is one special lady. I'm just glad she isn't quitting her job. I don't know what this ol' boy would do without her everyday," he announced, reminding me that even if he was now fucking my sister, instead of Grace, that he'd still be in her daily life. "And everything anyone says about Grace and her intelligence is true. She is one smart lady. And she knows how to get things done. In fact, I'd say I ain't never knew a woman who was better at gettin' her way than Grace is. You know, she just has a way about her." Looking directly at me, he sought agreement, "You know what I'm talkin' about. Don't you Danni?" Playing along, I nodded and said, "Yep. You got that right." "Yep. I do. And I just want to say to you, 'Good luck!' Cause you're gonna need it." And again, a huge roar of laughter. Even Grace was laughing so hard she was in tears. Then, as if to bring it to a conclusion, and getting serious, he added, "But I want to say something else to you Danni. You are lucky. Not because Grace is so special, even though she is everything everyone has said she is. But you're lucky because you are the man she fell in love with. You are the man she loves. You are the man who made Grace want to give it all up. For you. So you must be some kind of special yourself. Because no other man ever could do it. And I want to tell you that I hope you and Grace have an amazing life together, and I have no doubt that you will. So here's to ya!" he concluded, and even I was touched. I thanked him and then my mom stood to thank everyone and to announce that the evening was officially over, even though no one was going to stop partying just yet. As if realizing that what I'd just endured had been difficult, Grace turned to me and asked, "Are you okay baby? That was a little over the top, I know. I hope it wasn't too much." I assured her that it was fine. And that I was fine. Even though I was a bit shaken by it all. But Rex's conclusion had raised his stock with me, and helped me feel like I could at least hold my head up and show some pride about myself. "So, what do we do now?" I asked her. "Well, it's our last night to be single," she cooed. "I think my girlfriends want me to hang with them for a while. Is that okay?" she asked as if she was seeking permission, although not really. What could I say? "Of course! That's a great idea." "Thanks baby. What about you? What are you going to do?" I hadn't really thought about it. My workmates were already breaking off into their own little group, like they always did. Our mothers were last seen leaving together, as were Rex and my sister. "I might take a walk on the beach and then turn in," I said, realizing there was little else to do. "Besides, I'm pretty tired from the drive down," I lied, to provide cover for my story. Grace seemed to accept my lie at face value though. "You do that!" she said seductively. "Because I want my man good and rested tomorrow night, if you know what I mean," she emphasized, grinning devilishly. "Uh, yeah. I do," I agreed. "Okay then," she said, as if we'd settled things. "I'm going to meet them in the lobby. They said something about bar hopping. I hope they aren't planning to stay up all night. But I'll see you tomorrow baby. Can you believe it? We're getting married!! I'm so excited to be your wife. Aren't you?" "I am," I agreed. "You be careful" I added, as if. She kissed me on my mouth hard and deep before parting and leaving me standing alone. After she'd taken a few steps, she turned around and added, "Oh Danni?" "Yeah?" I replied. "I had a gift delivered to your room tonight. During dinner. It's something special for you to wear tomorrow. Okay?" I had no idea what she could be referring to, but said, "Sure." "Bye bye," she waved. I stood alone for a few moments as I watched Grace sway out into the lobby in her short dress, looking very perky and happy. She did seem genuinely excited to be marrying me. I wondered what gift she may have left for me in my room. I began to walk in that direction and then, on a whim, I turned and headed toward the beach. Maybe some fresh sea air, and time to think, would be a good thing. I crossed the wooden walkway down to the beach and made my way across the soft sand until I neared the edge of the ocean, where the sand was compacted and easier to walk on. I hadn't walked very far before hearing a voice behind me. "Dan! Dan!" the female voice called out. I stopped and turned to see who it was. Trotting in my direction, carrying her heels in her hand, was my legal assistant, Nancy. She caught up to me and said, "Hi! Are you going for a walk?" "Yeah," I answered. "Just thought I'd get some fresh air." "Mind if I join you?" she asked out of breath. She must have been running specifically to catch up with me. "Not at all," I told her. "It will be nice to have some company." "Thanks," she said gratefully. We began walking together. "Are you having fun?" I asked her. "Yes!" she said cheerfully. "I am! I am so thankful that you included me." I suddenly remembered our conversation where she admitted that she had a thing for me. So my cautious antennae were extended. "I'm glad you could attend Nancy." "Where's Grace?" she asked. "Oh, she went out with her girlfriends. Last night of being single and all." Oh. I see," she said, as though she didn't really. "Is your room nice?" I asked her. "Yeah! Everything is great! The dinner! Everything! Those toasts were pretty wild, huh?" she asked. I wasn't certain what she meant. I looked at her out of the corner of my eye to see if her expression explained her intent. "Grace is pretty amazing, huh?" she said. "Yes. She is," I agreed. "You really love her, don't you?" "Yes. I do." "But...," she left the statement hanging. I stopped and turned toward Nancy. "But what?" I asked, now sure she was saying something more. "But, she's, well, very experienced," she said, meaning her sexual experience. I smiled wryly. "I suppose that is true." "Is she good?" Nancy boldly asked me. "Nancy!" I exclaimed, shocked at her extremely forward question. "Sorry," she immediately apologized. "I shouldn't ask." "No, you shouldn't," I agreed. "But, is she?" she asked again. "Why do you care Nancy? Isn't that something between her and me?" She let my statement hang for a beat and responded, "And all of her 'hand-me-downs'?" Ouch! What was up with Nancy? I didn't respond. "Look, Dan," she went on. "It's none of my business, but you know I care for you. I just want you to be happy," she said as she moved closer and touched her hand on my face, her other one dropping to my crotch. I quickly backed away. I did not like what she was doing. What's more, I didn't want her to feel my chastity cage if she pressed onward too boldly. "Please Nancy!" I implored. "Don't! We need to maintain a professional relationship. And I love Grace!" She stopped, and I noticed a tiny tear in her eye. "Okay," she pouted. "I just thought, well, she's out having one last night. Who knows who she'll sleep with tonight? I was hoping we might, you know." "Nancy," I said softly, feeling badly now for chastising her. "We can't. We just can't. And Grace is just out with her girlfriends." "Hmmm," Nancy said. "And Fred Davis, Ryan Kerrigan and a few other guys with their dates." What?! Grace didn't tell me they were going. Why didn't she want me to go? But, wait, I wasn't going to get wrapped up in that. Tomorrow we would be married. Then I'd have her all to myself. "Those are just her friends' dates for the weekend. I wouldn't put too much on that. Besides, I told her I was tired. And I am. I think maybe we should go back to the Inn, unless you want to keep walking." "No," she said. "I'm tired too." Although I wasn't convinced that Nancy was tired, I did want to be alone now. This conversation had been stressful, in more ways than one. We headed back to the resort and said goodnight, each clearly feeling awkward because of the conversation we'd just had. "Goodnight Nancy," I told her. "Goodnight Danni," she said, using Grace's name for me. Rattled by my conversation with Nancy, I was anxious to return to the solitude of my room and go to bed. As I slipped my key card into the room door, I suddenly remembered the present Grace said she'd had delivered during the rehearsal dinner. What could it be? Opening the door, there was one light on in the room. The resort staff had turned back the covers for me and left a chocolate on my pillow, as well as a bottle of sparking water. On the desk in the room was a box, wrapped in white paper, imprinted with wedding bells, and wrapped in pink ribbon. I picked it up and set it on the bed. There was a note card attached with my name written on it in Grace's cursive. Opening the card, I withdrew the note, which read: "Dearest Danni, About now we are getting ready to spend our last night apart. I am so excited to be marrying you. I want you to be thinking of me getting dressed tomorrow, and remembering the pretty and sexy wedding lingerie you selected for me to wear on our wedding day. I hope this gift will help you do so. Then we'll each be thinking of each other. All of my love, Grace" I pulled the pink ribbon over the corner of the package and slid my fingers along the edge of the paper where it was taped on one end, then the other, and finally across the box. I carefully removed the pretty paper and folded it, setting it aside. A bit apprehensive about the contents of the box, I lifted the top off, and then pulled to the side the perfumed smelling pink tissue paper concealing the contents. I was surprised, to say the least. Inside of the box was a white satin and lace padded bustier, adorned with pearls and a lacy skirt, a pretty white bow beneath the bra cups. There were six garter straps on either side. Beneath the bustier was a matching white thong panty, a pair of sheer white, silk back-seamed stockings woven with a lace grapevine pattern. Finally, there was a sheer, gossamer slip. Did I say I was surprised? More like stunned. The box contained a matching set of the wedding day lingerie I'd purchased for Grace to wear. She meant for me to wear this under my tuxedo. Perhaps I shouldn't have been so surprised, I suppose, but at the moment, I was. I returned the lingerie to the box and placed in a drawer out of view. I then began undressing to go to bed. Of course, I was wearing lingerie beneath my suit at the moment, so why should my wedding day be any different? After all, it did seem that Grace and I had come to an understanding on this topic. I was going to wear lingerie for her, but only for her. And so, on our wedding day, we would each be wearing the same sexy clothing beneath our wedding outfits, and only we would know. I could do that for her. I hung my suit in the closet and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth before bed. Standing before the mirror, I was struck by the man I was looking at. It was me alright. That much I knew. But the man I saw was wearing women's underwear. And not just panties or something as simple as that. He was wearing very pretty and sexy lingerie. The kind of sexy attire women wore to seduce men. To make themselves even more desirable than they already were. And I also was struck by a truth I'd been fighting. It wasn't that I enjoyed wearing the sexy undergarments. I understood that much about myself. It was that I saw myself as more sexually attractive and desirable when I wore pretty women's underthings. Why was that so difficult to accept? It was because I was afraid. Afraid of what others may think if they knew. Grace knew. Mandy knew. My sister knew. Gayle knew. Shoot! A lot of people already knew. So why was I fighting it? I couldn't answer that question. I brushed my teeth and then removed and folded the lingerie Mandy had given me and put it in a drawer. I picked up a babydoll and slid the nightie over my shoulders. Tugging a pair of matching panties up my legs, I nestled my confined penis into the crotch, thinking that tomorrow Rhonda would deliver the key to Grace. I crawled into bed to sleep my last night of separation from Grace. It was just before midnight. In a few minutes it would be our wedding day. And I was happy to think of being married to Grace, knowing all that it might entail for me. Nothing could change the love I felt for her. I was dozing when the phone in my room rang. I grabbed the phone and saw it was just after one in the morning. "Hello," I answered groggily. "Danni?" Grace's cheerful voice was on the other end. "Hi," I said. "What's wrong?" I asked, thinking the worst because of the late hour of the call. "Nothing baby," she cooed. "I just called to say it's our wedding day. Aren't you excited?" "Mmm hmm," I agreed, still not fully awake. "Why are you still awake?" She giggled. "We just got back from our bar crawl." She giggled again. "Oh. So, are you alone?" "Danni!" she exclaimed. "You are incorrigible! Here it is our wedding day and you're fantasizing me with other men still!" What?! No I wasn't! I just asked if she were alone. "No," I protested. "No I'm not. It just sounded like maybe you weren't alone." "Okay. If you say so. But lately you just seem obsessed with me being with other men whenever I call at night." "Huh?" I asked, confused about what she was suggesting. "Anyway, I just called to say I love you, and can't wait until later, if you know what I mean." "Me neither." "Danni?" "Yes," I replied. "Did you open your present?" The lingerie. "I did." "What do you think? Is it pretty?" "Of course it's pretty. It's the same that I bought for you." "I know! Isn't that awesome! Will you wear it for me?" "Grace," I began. "I think we kind of established that I would dress how you want me to under my clothes. So, yes, I will." "Oh Danni! Thank you! I'm sooo excited! We'll each have on the same pretties when we say our vows. That is sooo hot! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" It made me smile to hear her joy. "You're welcome. Now, try to get some rest for later," I suggested. "I'll try," she said. "But I'm so amped up, I don't know if I can." "Goodnight Grace." "Goodnight Danni." We hung up and I lay there thinking of her. Wondering. Was she really alone? She never did directly answer my question. And there was something. I couldn't quite say what it was. It just seemed like there was a presence of someone else in the background of her call. Breathing? Was that it? Someone close to her? Breathing into the phone? I tried to shut the thoughts out of my mind, but it was difficult. I suddenly found myself picturing Grace with her legs spread, pulled backward over her shoulders, getting pounded by one of the big, manly men who were in attendance at the rehearsal dinner. Or some guy she picked up during her bar crawl. Grace screaming out as she was being fucked by a faceless man with a huge cock, filling her pussy the way I knew she liked. And that got me thinking of several hours from now, when she would unlock my cage and free me to make love to her on our wedding night. There! Even when I pictured myself entering Grace, I thought of it as 'making love,' rather than 'fucking,' the difference between the two very clear to me. I needed to concentrate on what was going to be expected of me later. I had to really give it to her good. Fuck her. Fuck her. Fuck her!!!! And so, when I finally fell asleep, it was with that mantra in my mind.