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Chapter Thirty-one I awoke in the morning to the sun pouring into my room. It was going to be a beautiful day. I was thankful for that. I wanted every part of the day to be perfect for Grace. The message light was blinking on my phone. Someone must have called. Playing it back it was Rhonda telling me she, mom and Mrs. Andrews were eating breakfast on the back veranda. I got up and quickly showered, dressed in khaki shorts and a golf shirt and went down to join them. They all greeted me cheerfully and asked if I was ready for the big day. I assured them that I was. I asked if they'd spoken to Grace. Her mom said she called her room and left a message, but no one had heard from her. Rhonda spoke up. "I think her girlfriends kept her out pretty late last night. That's a wild bunch. I don't know if I could keep up with them." Grace's mother defended Grace. "I think Grace is looking forward to those days being behind her. Now that's she found Danni." My mother was smiling at Mrs. Andrews with a look that let me know Rhonda was telling me the truth about them the day before. My mother was clearly smitten with Grace's mother. This was going to be an interesting relationship to watch grow. Sooner or later, they'd have to come clean to us. But, the question was, would I have to come clean to them? The more time they spent around us, the more difficult it might be to conceal Grace's and my secret. As we ate, other wedding guests were coming and going from having breakfast. Many stopped by to greet us and to tell us they were very excited about the wedding. We sat for a while chatting among ourselves. I kept thinking Grace would show up any second, but she never did. Mandy and Gayle came down and sat with us. I asked where Ryan and Fred were, but they just kind of shrugged it off, saying they were still in bed. After they finished eating, Mrs. Andrews and my mother excused themselves to go begin getting ready. The ceremony was still hours away, but women seemed to like the ritual of preparing themselves to perfection for such events. Rhonda, Gayle and Mandy eventually agreed they should be going too. I resolved that I was not going to see Grace until she was walking down the aisle. I supposed that last night finally caught up with her and she was sleeping in. I had one more cup of coffee alone and then made my way back to my room. As I was turning the corner in the hall I heard two guys laughing and talking. One of them said, "She is one hot bitch! That's for sure." Then, the voice I heard next I recognized as Fred Davis, "She sho nuf one ho dat like to fuck. Fo sho!" Who were they talking about?! It couldn't be?! I tried to think of a way to miss them. But it was too late, they already saw me just as I saw them. Fred spoke first. "Yo! Danni my man! The groom! Big day boy! You one lucky man Danni! That a good woman you gettin'!" I was tongue-tied, not sure what he was saying. I couldn't shake the sudden image of Ryan Kerrigan and Fred Davis being with my fianc? that had just swept over me. There was no way that she would do that! Would Mandy and Gayle have stood for it? Fuck! My head was about to explode! They always accepted her "hand-me-downs" before. Why wouldn't they share? Ryan was looking kind of sheepish even. I stuttered, "Ye, yeah. I am a lu, lucky man. She's gr, great." Fred just chuckled. "Uh huh. Sho nuf is. Don' you 'gree Ry?" Ryan bowed his head and muttered, "Yeah. Grace is fantastic. You're a lucky guy Dan. Congratulations." "Thanks," I said. "Late night?" "Uh, yeah," Ryan answered for them while Fred just chuckled again. "Yeah," he added. "You could say dat." Ryan grabbed Fred by the arm. "Come on Fred. I'm starving. I need some food." Fred got the message and they walked off after saying goodbye. I was now visibly shaking. I did not want to think the thoughts that were coursing around my brain. It was stupid of me. There was just no way Grace would do such a thing. I gathered my wits and went directly to my room. I closed the door and went onto the balcony. Please Grace! I thought to myself. Please don't let it be true. I had to call her. I rang her room, but there was no answer. I called Mandy's room. Again, no answer. Finally, in desperation, I called my sister. I had to find Grace! Rhonda answered her cell phone. "Hi Danni!" she spoke laughing. There was other feminine laughter in the background. "What's up?' "I, I wa, was looking for Gr, Grace," I told her. "She's right here. But she can't get to the phone. She's being made beautiful for you. We're all doing a complete makeover before the wedding. Can I give her a message?" What? What was I going to say? Did you fuck Fred Davis and Ryan Kerrigan last night? Right! No. I couldn't say that. "Un, no, nothing really. I just wanted to tell her I love her and can't wait to marry her." "That's sweet Danni!" Then, she shouted out to the other girls, "It's Danni! He's calling to tell his bride he loves her and can't wait to be married to her. Isn't that the sweetest thing?" I could hear them all giggling and agreeing that I was the sweetest man ever. Sweet. That was the adjective being used to describe me. Sweet. Great! "Okay Danni," Rhonda spoke back to me. "Gotta go get pretty too! Love you! I'll see you at the ceremony. I have the rings. And the key, whatever that's for." I hung up, feeling what? What word described how I felt? I was in love with Grace. But it seemed I was going to marry her wondering if, on our wedding day, she had sex with two other men. I had to have faith. Grace would not do that to me. I had no idea who Ryan and Fred were discussing. Hell, for all I knew, they were talking about someone from an entirely different occasion. Right. That was it. They were not talking about Grace. I sat alone waiting for when I needed to begin dressing. Eventually, it was time. I pulled out my tuxedo and laid everything out on the bed. I then removed the lingerie Grace wanted me to wear beneath my suit. As I did so, I pictured her wearing the identical lingerie. It was going to be interesting tonight when we undressed each other and we were identically adorned. But if it was what Grace wanted, then I was prepared to give it to her. I picked up the basque from the bed and held it before me. Thankfully, the basque zipped and clipped in the front. I was able to secure it snuggly. Next, I pulled the white satin thong up my legs and, tucking my penis firmly between my thighs, settling the thong evenly around my waist. Finally, I slid a stocking up each of my legs and clipped them to the garters dangling around my thighs. I looked at myself in the mirror for a moment and the recurring, disturbing thought that entered by consciousness whenever I dressed like this poked its ugly head up - I didn't look like a man, or a woman. It was something else. And I hated that thought. Was I one? Was I? Shutting down the tormenting invasion of my mind, I put on my tuxedo - the mask I used to disguise what lie beneath. The cloth that lied to the world about what I was doing. I checked everything out. Yep! I was ready. Time to walk down to be married. There was an anteroom in a small building near the outdoor chapel where I was going to hang out until the wedding was to start. I sat down alone. There was a knock on my door. I opened it to find my sister standing there looking drop dead gorgeous. She was going to be the most beautiful Best Man in the history of time. Wow! And she was beaming in a way that let me know that she knew it as well. "Rhonda!" I exclaimed. "You look amazing!" She smiled. "Thank you! The makeup artist is pretty good. She's got all of us looking good. And you look pretty good yourself little brother. You ready?" I laughed nervously. "As I'll ever be." "You'll be fine. And wait until you see Grace! She is amazing. And so excited to be marrying you. She kept asking if I had the key. She's very anxious that I not lose the key," she said as she touched it dangling around her neck. Rhonda hugged me, but kind of gingerly, as she didn't want to mess up her perfect makeup and hair. There was another knock on the door. Rhonda opened it and asked, "Yes?" It was a bellman from the resort. "I have a package for Mr. Thompson." "Oh. Thanks," Rhonda said, accepting the large box. Closing the door, she said, "Hmm. I wonder what this could be Danni. It's a package for you. Let's open it." I was confused as to who would be delivering a package to me now, at this moment. "Could it be a wedding gift that someone was just dropping off and the resort got confused, thinking they needed to bring it to me now?" I wondered aloud to Rhonda. It made no sense though. "Only one way to find out little brother," Rhonda said. "Open it." I set the box on a table and removed the wrapping. When I removed the top, the contents virtually exploded from within the tight confinement of the box. Rhonda was looking over my shoulder as I opened it. I lifted the billowy, white material from the box and I was stunned beyond belief. It was a wedding dress. And not just any wedding dress. It was the traditional wedding dress Mandy had picked out for Grace. That meant Grace was wearing the modern, sexy dress. But why deliver this one to me? Now? My sister was as dumbfounded as I was. "Danni. Look, there's a note attached to the wrapping." She tore it loose and handed it to me. "Open it." My fingers were trembling. I opened the envelope and withdrew the note, written in Grace's handwriting. "Dear Danni, My dear, sweet Danni. At this moment, I know you are dressed and ready to marry me. As am I. And I am so excited that we will soon belong to each other forever. And maybe I have no right to ask what I am asking. And if you decline, I will feel no differently about you. Or us. But, I think you would be so beautiful. And so I hope you will say yes. Say yes to everything. I love you Danni. See you soon. Your loving bride, Grace" Rhonda stood over my shoulder, reading along with me, her mouth agape at the note and the obvious implication. "Danni," she spoke softly. "What are you going to do?" I turned to her, as if she could supply the answer. "How can I?" I asked, not even completely dismissing the idea out of hand. "All of those people. What will they think?" She didn't reply immediately. She just looked into my eyes. She took my hands in hers and then said, "They'll think you love Grace Andrews more than any man could. That's what they'll think. The question is, do you?" "Are you saying I should?" "I'm saying you should do what you feel is right. Look, Danni, I've been married before, and it didn't work out, no matter what I did. Tom never really loved the real me. You and I know that you and Grace have something unique going on. But it's a secret you are carefully protecting. And keeping secrets may eventually get in the way. This is one way to get that weight off of your back. Sure, some people will be shocked. But no one is going to make a scene. This is your day. They came to see two people who love each other get married. If you are willing to do this for Grace, you will have given her something no other man ever has. Yourself. Completely. A woman won't forget such a gesture Danni." "You're saying I should then?" "I'm saying you should decide. But I'm also saying you should decide for yourself, and not out of some fear of what others may think of your choice. Except Grace, of course." "We don't have much time," I said, dismissing the competing reasoning in my head that told me this was a terrible decision. "Will you help me?" Rhonda burst into a huge smile. "I'll do better than that little brother." She pulled her cell phone from her clutch purse and dialed a number. "Gayle," she spoke quickly. "Go find the makeup artist. Send her to me in the anteroom. Hurry!" She snapped the phone closed and turned to me. "Okay Danni. No time for modesty now. Take off your tux. We have work to do!" Somewhat nervously, I did as she told me, not even thinking about the fact that I had on the lingerie to go with the dress. Rhonda barely blinked an eye when she saw that I was already wearing pretty wedding lingerie. "Excellent!" she said. "That saves some time." She lifted the dress out of the box and laid it across a chair. She then picked up the fluffy white lace petticoat that was stuffed into the box beneath the dress. It was then that I saw the white, satin high heels, and my red wig and breast forms as well. Grace was prepared. "Wonderful!" Rhonda exclaimed. We have everything we need. She lifted the breast forms and turned to me. "Do you know what to do with these? God! They feel so real!" "Yes," I admitted. "I do. Is there glue in the box?" She looked and found the aerosol can. Reading the label she said, "Yes. This is glue for the forms. What do I do?" I told her how to use it. She sprayed some on the back of each form and then, carefully pulling the cups to my basque away from my body, she sprayed some onto my chest. Tucking the forms inside of the basque bra cups, she pressed them in place and held them until they firmed up. I was feeling very nervous about what I was letting her do, but now there was no turning back. Rhonda picked up the petticoat that was going under the dress. She held it out for me to step inside. As she did, she was stooping low and was next to my groin and that's when she noticed it. My cock cage outlined in the thong panty I wore. Rhonda looked up at me and asked, "Danni? Is this what the key is for?" I could tell she was a bit incredulous to make this discovery. I nodded, embarrassed that my sister now knew. And understood. That for the past three weeks Grace has had my penis under lock and key. And my own sister held the key to my freedom. "Oh Danni!" she exclaimed. "I am so sorry. Is this something you like to do?" she asked, unsure why a man would agree to such a thing. "It was Grace's idea," I explained. "She thought it would make our wedding night better." Rhonda replied with a blank, confused expression. She couldn't grasp the concept that sex could be improved by abstinence. I was too embarrassed to even attempt to explain it to her. What was I going to say? Your brother suffers premature ejaculation. Plus, he's tiny. No. I just let the subject drop. "I'm glad I didn't lose the key," was all Rhonda said as she continued helping me into the petticoats. Just then there was yet another knock on the door. Rhonda went immediately to the door and opened it, inviting a cute little blonde girl in. I was stunned that Rhonda was letting this stranger in to see me dressed as I was. "Rhonda!" I exclaimed. She shushed me. "It's okay Danni. She's a makeup artist. This is her job." For her part, the young girl did seem as though she wasn't seeing anything that unusual. "Yeah," she said. "It's okay. I do crossdressers all of the time. No big whup. Let's get a look at you," she said, all business. I almost objected to being called a crossdresser, but then thought better of it, given how I was dressed. Rhonda was looking on with intense interest. She must have been pretty flipped out about what was happening, even though she just about talked me into doing it. "I'm Jill," the girl said. "You know, you have really nice feminine features Danni. I think we can make you look very pretty. You've worn makeup before, haven't you?" I didn't want to admit it to my sister. I asked why she said so. "I can see that you've plucked your eyebrows some, although not enough," she added as she went about plucking them more. "Ouch!" I squeeked. "That hurts!" "Being pretty isn't for sissies," she said nonchalantly. I didn't know if I agreed with her on that one. But I held still and tried to be stoic as she finished plucking my eyebrows. She was very efficient in her work. She quickly applied a base coat of makeup to my face and thenmoved to my eyes. Her fingers were quite deft and soft as they applied various mixtures and shades to my face. I did not have the benefit of a mirror, but if the expression of amazement on my sister's face was any gauge, Jill must have been doing a good job. Before I knew it, she seemed satisfied. She looked at my hands and assessed the situation. "We don't have time to paint your nails, but I have the ticket," she said. She reached into her kit and withdrew a box of pre-painted press-on nails. In a matter of minutes she had them on my hands and suddenly my fingers looked more feminine. Grace had put a pair of clip-on earrings in the box and Jill affixed them to my ears. "You should consider getting your ears pierced. They are so much better and more comfortable than these." I didn't bother to tell her that I was only doing this to make Grace happy on her wedding day. I wouldn't be dressing like this all of the time. Jill took a look at my breast forms also, giving them what appeared to be a critical assessment. "I can touch up the edges for you, if you'd like. But you really ought to consider implants. They are so much more practical for girls like you." She obviously just assumed I was a crossdresser. "I'm not, a g, girl like that Jill," I decided to correct her. She paused and looked at me, as if trying to read my thoughts. "Mmm," was all she said, which sounded to me like her way of saying she didn't buy it. She then used some base coat liquid and blended the edges of my breast forms to appear as though they were a part of me. It was amazing what she could do. "So, I assume you have a wig?" Jill asked. Rhonda replied, "Yes! Here it is," she said, handing it to Jill. "Oh! This is a nice one Danni. It's real human hair!" she noted as if that were special. Seeing my confusion, she explained, "They are very expensive. Casual crossdressers rarely use them." Her last comment almost sounded like a challenge to my protest at being a crossdresser. "My fianc? bought it," I said in my defense. "Whatever," she said as she maintained her businesslike approach to doing a makeover on me. This girl was magical. She was flipping the hair and brushing it and doing all kinds of things with it. Then she stepped back and nodded. Satisfied with her work. "Okay," she declared. "Let's get the dress on her." Fuck! This chick was crazy. I was not a girl. Rhonda was grinning from ear to ear. She obviously found Jill delightful. Jill and Rhonda held the dress open for me to step into. The taffeta material was stiff, which helped it hold shape. They fluffed it around the heavy petticoats and then pulled the pearl appliqued top up over my basque and breast forms, and began fastening the pearl buttons up the back. My shoulders were bare, but the combination of the tight top and the glued on breast forms caused the tops of my forms to bulge out sexily above the top of the dress. Rhonda helped me into the high heels. I teetered momentarily as I gained my balance. Rhonda and Jill stood back and assessed me. They looked at each other and beamed. "You do good work Jill," Rhonda complimented her. Smiling at the props, Jill answered, "I had good material to work with. She's a doll!" There she went again. "You ready to see little brother?" Rhonda asked. I was nervous. Anxious more like it. But I did want to see what the two girls were so pleased about. I nodded. Rhonda took my hand to make sure I didn't fall. She led me to a full- length mirror and stood back as I looked at my reflection. I was stunned. I don't think I'd ever looked so good before. Jill was a magician. I turned in the dress, finding movement difficult. No wonder brides had to walk so slowly. Navigating in such a garment isn't natural. Rhonda approached me and kissed me softly on the cheek. "You look beautiful Danni. Mom is going to be so proud! And I think I can give you this now," she said as she removed the necklace holding my chastity key and fastened it around my bare neck. "You'll need it later I think," she winked. "Thank you Rhonda. You are the best." "I know," she teased me. "Only one more thing, and then we'll be ready." I must have looked confused. Rhonda picked up a long piece of netting attached to a hair band with flowers embroidered across the top. A bride's veil. "Really?" I asked. "Of course!" she exclaimed. "What bride shows her face before she reaches the alter?" "But, I, I'm no, not the bride Rhonda. Grace is. I'm just wearing this for her." "Okay," she placated me. "But I think Grace would want you to wear this. It was in the box with your gown." She affixed it to my hair and then dropped the veil in front of my face, obscuring it enough that I doubt anyone would know who was behind it, let alone whether the person was a man or a woman. "Now come on, they're waiting on us," she urged me. I took a deep breath and let Rhonda escort me out of the anteroom. The combination of the long gown, and the obscured vision resulting from the veil, made her assistance crucial. At the rear of the outdoor chapel, I could see Grace, Mandy, and our mothers gathered together. They turned their gaze toward Rhonda and me as we approached. Our mothers' jaws dropped when they saw me. Grace was smiling lovingly. I could see the expressions on some of the guests' faces looking back toward where we were. People seemed genuinely, and understandingly, confused. The groom was nowhere to be seen. And now, there were suddenly two brides. Grace, by the way, was incredibly beautiful. Her shorter, more modern style wedding dress, was sexy and classy all at the same time. She was one of the few women who could pull off wearing such a dress at her wedding. She too, wore a veil, so it must have been confusing for the guests as they could not have known that I was one of the brides they were witnessing prepare to take their wedding march. As Rhonda and I walked up, my mother approached us, and met us just as the mistress of ceremonies got to me. "Danni?" my mother spoke to me. "It's really you! Isn't it?" "Yes mom," I said, worried that she might be freaking out. She touched her hand to my cheek, under the veil. "You're beautiful Danni. Just beautiful. And this, this is what you want?" she asked, as if to assure herself that I was doing it voluntarily. "Yes mom. It is. Do you mind?" "Mind? Mind?" she repeated. "I love you Danni. All I've ever wanted is for you and your sister to be happy. If this makes you happy, then I wouldn't mind whatever you did. And you do look beautiful. You were always very pretty. But today, you are the most beautiful girl here." I think I blushed. "Next to Grace you mean," I corrected her. She smiled her mother's smile. "I won't tell her. But no, you're the prettiest girl here, and I'll be proud to walk you down the aisle." Marie had already worked it out in her mind how to change things up once she was faced with the turn of events. Rhonda and Mandy would walk down together, and then Grace would walk down first, immediately followed by me, each of us escorted by our mothers. The wedding crowd was murmuring as we received our instructions from Marie. I couldn't tell whether people were figuring out what was happening. Suddenly, the trip to Georgia was probably becoming even more worth it to the guests. How many people could say they attended a wedding where the groom was a bride also? Not many I'd guess. What was I feeling just then? This is where it gets tricky. I was, without a doubt, feeling severe trepidation. Embarrassment was settling upon me as it hit me that I had, without more thought than the conversation I had with my sister moments earlier, decided to be seen in public, in front of God and all of these witnesses, dressed as a woman. As far as anyone witnessing my feminine appearance could tell, once they figured out who was behind the veil, I would be seen as a man who obviously was comfortable dressing like a girl. What could they possibly think, other than that I was a, well, a sissy. And yet, I knew that I was not. I was a man in love with a woman. So in love with her that I had decided that it was more important to reveal the depth of my love by submitting to her strong desire that I wear a wedding dress for her on our wedding day. How could others know that? Or even begin to understand the depth of my love for Grace? On top of the sudden onset of embarrassment, I was feeling another sensation. My tummy was doing cartwheels. I felt that I may even throw up, as I felt so queasy suddenly. I was about to marry Grace. I was about to allow my mother to walk me, her only son, down the aisle to present me for marriage, as if I were her daughter. That she seemed accepting of the situation was great, but confusing at the same time. I think I was expecting her to react negatively to the situation, and in doing so, reveal to me the wrongness of what I had agreed to do. But she was beaming from ear to ear. She could not have seemed happier, or more proud, if I were her actual daughter. As these emotions coursed through me, I was drawn back to the reality of what I was about to do when the music for the procession began to play. Rhonda and Mandy were walking arm-in-arm together toward the front of the seaside chapel. Scanning the crowd, I watched everyone take in their beauty. They each took their place near the altar and turned their attention toward Grace and me, as we stood waiting for The Wedding March to begin. Butterflies! That's what it was! Butterflies! I was experiencing that universal pre-wedding experience that can only be accurately described as butterflies. I was about to marry Grace Andrews. We were going to be husband and wife. And at that moment, it seemed insignificant that I was going to be dressed as a woman as the ceremony was performed. I felt a tear leak out of my eye, slowly dripping down and over my cheek. My mother saw it, and smiled the warm expression of a mother's love that I'd seen so many times during my childhood when that was the only thing I needed to know that everything that could possibly be wrong, would be alright. Grace began her walk. The guests rose in unison as she marched proudly, and oh so sexily in her short wedding dress, moving with the confident grace of a woman who'd been preparing for this moment her entire life, toward our rendezvous in front of our friends and colleagues. I could not see her face, but if it is true that the smiles we receive from others is a reflection of the smile we give, she must have been radiating an expression of unadulterated joy. When she and her mother reached the front of the chapel, they half turned to face the guests and to see me, and my mother, begin our procession. The music for me was interrupted with a brief trumpet refrain, and then, The Wedding March resumed, echoing the notes of the song we all know so well, "Here Comes the Bride." My mother took a step forward, but I hesitated. She paused, and looked back at me, wonderment in her eyes. I was frozen to the spot. She squeezed my hand and gave me the slightest of tugs, urging me forward like she did when she taught me how to ride a two-wheeler. My feet, trusting in her strength, followed her direction and I stepped toward my fianc?. Walking was not easy in the high heels I wore, combined with the heaviness of the full, lace, wedding gown. I understood clearly why brides moved so deliberately in their regalia. They could not do otherwise. But my mother seemed to understand, both the difficulty of my movement, and the uncertainty of my going through with the wedding under these circumstances. As if she was willing me to not turn and run, never to fully reveal myself to any of the people who saw me dressed as I was, she maintained a steady pressure upon my arm, leading me to the destination she seemed more certain about on my behalf than I did, notwithstanding the time I'd now had to reconsider my decision. I was distinctly aware of the faces of everyone in attendance. Just as Grace reflected their joy for her, the faces I saw must have been reflecting the uncertainty and fear I was experiencing. Even with the veil obscuring my face, some of their expressions led me to conclude that some of the guests were sorting out the turn of events and realizing what was taking place. The short walk seemed like miles to me, taking an eternity to traverse. My face was on fire with a combination of emotions as I approached Grace waiting for me at the other end of the aisle. When we finally reached the front, my mother took my hand and placed it into Grace's outreached palm, and then stood back, next to Mrs. Andrews - two proud mothers giving their children away at their wedding. The music stopped and, other than the roar of the ocean in the distance, the guests were silent. Deafening so. Reverend Hathaway smiled warmly at each of us. Then, with the practiced confidence of a professional who'd performed countless similar ceremonies, unaffected by the twist of the groom being dressed in a wedding gown, she asked, "Who gives these two people to be married?" Our mothers responded enthusiastically in unison, "We do!" They then gave us each a hug and stepped back to take their seats among the other guests, each holding the other's hand and beaming joyfully. I felt Rhonda move closer to my side, as Mandy did likewise to Grace. My tummy was churning. Grace and I were now turned toward Reverend Hathaway, so I had no idea what expressions were on the faces of the guests as they witnessed from behind us what must have seemed the strangest twist on the wedding weekend that any of them could have imagined. "Welcome everyone!" Reverend Hathaway greeted the guests. "Welcome to this most joyous occasion. These two young people are about to be wed. To be joined together in a vow of holy matrimony. To embark upon a journey together. The journey of life. And each of you is special to them, for otherwise they would not have asked you to travel so far to take part in their ceremony together. So welcome, and thank you for being present to witness their vows." Then, turning her focus upon Grace and me, she continued, "Grace. Danielle." Did she just call me "Danielle?" I think she did. "You are here today to exchange solemn vows of loyalty and submission to each other. One to the other. To share your unbridled love for each other for eternity. Are you each prepared to exchange your sacred vows?" "Grace?" she asked my bride. "I am," Grace whispered as she smiled at me through our veils. "Danielle?" she asked me. There it was again. She called me "Danielle." "I, I, a, am," I stuttered in a squeaky voice, my mind reeling from the clearly stated feminine iteration of my first name. Did anyone else notice? Lord! I hoped not. Maybe it was just me. "Would you take each other's hands?" she directed us. Turning to Rhonda, she asked, "Do you have the rings?" "I do," Rhonda replied as she withdrew them from her small pearl embroidered purse. She handed them to Reverend Hathaway and then stepped back again. Reverend Hathaway handed one to Grace and one to me. Then, facing Grace, she said, "Please repeat after me." Reverend Hathaway then proceeded to state Grace's vows, line by line, and Grace repeated the following to me: "Danielle, I promise my love to you forever. To cherish your devotion to me. To always express my undying gratitude to you for submitting to a life with me, as my wedded. Together we will grow together in a marriage like no other could possibly be. You will always be my sweet soulmate, sharing with each other life's pleasures and intimacies as only two such as us can know. You are my everything Danielle, and I am thankful for you being my life from this moment forward. I love you Danielle, and with this ring I thee wed," she concluded as she slipped the small silver band upon my manicured finger. Then, turning to me, Reverend Hathaway asked, "And now, are you, Danielle, prepared to give your vows to Grace?" There was no question about it! Grace and Reverend Hathaway were pronouncing my name as 'Danielle!' Why?! I could only hope no one else noticed their pronunciation as well as I could. Focusing upon the question, I nodded, and managed to reply, "Yes. I am." Then, as she had with Grace, Reverend Hathaway stated, line by line, the vows Grace had prepared for me to say, and I repeated them to Grace. I was in a complete daze by this point. With the combination of worrying about the guests, and what they must be thinking to see me wearing a wedding gown, completely feminized in front of everyone, plus being referred to as Danielle by Grace and the minister, my head was spinning. I just wanted the ceremony to be over with and to be married to Grace for once and for all. So I don't think I even heard clearly the vows that I repeated to Grace. But I managed to get them out. Later, everyone said they were the most beautiful vows they'd ever heard. "Grace," I began. "I promise my love to you forever. To be utterly devoted and committed to your pleasure and happiness. To always place you above all, and all others, submitting to your will and wisdom, giving my heart and soul to you to mold into the lover and mate that you long for and deserve. Together we will grow together in a marriage like no other could possibly hope to attain, evolving into the person you want me to be for you for the rest of our lives. You are my everything Grace, and I am thankful for you being my life from this moment forward. I love you Grace, more than life itself, and will always bow to your needs and wants and everything, to show you my undying and complete worshipping of you forever and ever." Then, slipping her ring on to her finger, I said, "With this ring, I thee wed." It was almost over. I was shaking noticeably at this point. But an amazing thing happened just then. I could only see Grace. Nothing else. She was smiling broadly as she accepted her ring from me. My head was ringing from nerves. I heard Reverend Hathaway say, "Danielle. Danielle. Danielle!" she spoke a louder to get my attention. I turned toward her. "Would you please remove your necklace Danielle?" I didn't understand what she meant. I froze. "Your necklace Danielle," she said again. "Would you please remove it?" I touched the key dangling from the pearl necklace Rhonda had given to me just a few minutes earlier, but which felt like an eternity. Why did Reverend Hathaway want me to take it off? Just then, Rhonda stepped up to assist. I felt her fingers touch the back of my neck and she began to unfasten the clasp. She removed the necklace and handed it to me. Now, I stood dumbly holding the necklace, waiting for the next instruction from Reverend Hathaway. "Danielle," she began. "Would you please repeat after me?" I nodded. "Grace. This key is yours. It is not mine. It is yours. You own the key. And you alone decide when the key is to be used. I give this key to you as a sign of my submission to you forever. Freely. And willingly." Reverend Hathaway then instructed me to fasten the necklace, with the key to my chastity cage, onto Grace's bare neck. My fingers trembled mightily as I struggled with the clasp, but I finally managed. What had I just done?! What had I just said?! Why had I just repeated those words Reverend Hathaway asked me to say?! Surely this was just a ceremonial thing! Fuck! I felt like my head was going to explode! As I struggled to understand what just happened during the previous part of the ceremony, Reverend Hathaway was saying, "And now, by the power of the authority granted to me by the state of Georgia, and in the name of the Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost, I now pronounce you, Grace and Danielle, as wedded together for eternity. You may kiss the bride!" she declared. I was no longer present in the moment. I was in another place and time. Grace was lifting my veil. Somehow, hers was already lifted. She then took control and held my face in her hands, pulling me toward her and our lips met in a soft, sweet, delicious kiss that lasted so long, Grace moving her tongue into my mouth to greet mine, and I melted into her as it hit me that Grace was really my wife. And I was really her hus, er, husband? It almost felt like I was her wife too. But no matter. We were married. Just then the music began and I felt Grace leading me back down the aisle, between the rows of guests, all of whom were grinning and laughing and clapping as I followed on the arm of my wife, my wedding dress train dragging behind me. We were swooshed away by the mistress of ceremonies, Marie, and led to a private room just off the area where the wedding reception was to be held. No sooner were we in the room, than Rhonda, Mandy and our mothers arrived. They were all oozing with joy and congratulations. I was, needless to say, still in a fog. What had just happened? "Congratulations Danni!" Mandy squealed. "You were so beautiful up there! Wasn't she?" she asked the others. Yes. She said "she." And the others agreed without correcting her. Grace was smiling like I'd never seen her before. She held my hand in hers non-stop. It was like she refused to release me, now that I had pledged my life to her. Grace added, agreeing with Mandy, "You do look beautiful Danni! I have never seen you look prettier. Thank you so much for wearing the gown. I will always cherish this day when you did that for me. I love you! Can you believe it?! We're married!" she squealed with joy. As the others went crazy and made a fuss over us, Marie was organizing the photographer. The guests were moving to the reception, but before we joined them, we were going to go back outside and pose for photos. So, our day, complete with me wearing a wedding gown, was going to be memorialized in digital format, in pictures. By this time I was way beyond the ability to say anything to put a stop to the madness. I was now committed to carrying off the remainder of our wedding day dressed as a woman. The photographer moved us around, posing us in various positions, continually referring to me as Mrs. Andrews, and Grace as Ms. Andrews. How he chose her last name as the one to refer to us by, I had no idea. Eventually, all of the photos were complete and we were moved to our next moment, the entry into the reception, introduced in public for the first time. I was more nervous than I was before the wedding. I wore no veil to protect my eyes from communicating what words couldn't express. Soon, I was going to be faced with the people I knew, and have to speak them, everyone now fully aware that it was me who just was married to Grace, while wearing a wedding gown. Marie stood beside us, and when the band stopped, the bandleader, taking on the role of master of ceremonies, announced, "Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention please? I am pleased to present to you, the beautiful couple, Mr. and Mrs. Andrews-Thompson!" The band then began to play as we entered the reception to the cheers, whistles and catcalls of the guests. I didn't know who the catcalls and whistles were for either. Me? Or Grace? Once we joined the other guests, we were swarmed with well-wishers. All that I could do was to repeatedly utter phrases of thanks to the varied forms of congratulations being thrown about. I was hugged by men and women alike, no one offering me a classic male handshake, which made sense considering how I was dressed. After several minutes, the bandleader spoke again, "Ladies and gentlemen, the newlyweds are about to have their first dance together. Mr. and Mrs. Andrews-Thompson, would you please join each other on the dance floor?" Grace took my hand and led me to the center of the dance floor. The music began, the song playing was one that I knew was Grace's favorite, "Everything," by Michael Buble. Grace maintained her control and began moving the two of us around the dance floor, her eyes locked on mine, smiling lovingly into them. Were it not for that, I don't know what I'd have done finding myself in such a situation. I was vaguely aware of being watched by what felt like a thousand eyes. But mostly, I maintained the connection with my bride. As we moved about, the words of Buble's song ringing in my ears, Grace spoke to me. "I love you so much Danni! Isn't this the best day ever?! God! You look so hot! I cannot wait to fuck you later!" Huh? Fuck me? I thought it was going to be the other way around. Words failed me, but my confused look must have connected. "And you me!" she added. "I just know you are going to be amazing tonight! It is going to be awesome!" "Yeah," I agreed. "I can't wait either. I, ah, I love you too Grace," I smiled back at her, the reality of everything crushing down upon me. When our dance concluded, our mothers joined us on the dance floor, Grace passing me to my mother as she took her mother into an embrace. I accepted my mother's hands to mine, uncomfortable about how she must feel to be dancing with her son at his wedding, while he was dressed in a gown. She held me and smiled at me, in the way that only a loving mother could. We danced wordlessly for a while before she said, "It's okay Danni. Really. This was meant to be. This is who you are. Don't agonize over it. No one here cares. They only care that they see two people in love. And it is obvious that you are head over, ah, heels, in love with Grace. And she you." She really knew how to speak to me. "You're sure?" I asked. "As sure as a mother could be about anything sweetie. Just go with it." And so I did. For the remainder of the reception, I let go. And after a few drinks, that became easier. She was right too. None of the guests seemed to care. Everyone treated me with respect and were just generally happy for me. And everyone rained compliments upon me about how pretty and beautiful I was. And despite how wrong it was for a man to feel this way, I was loving all of the compliments being showered upon me. I danced with so many people, man and woman alike. I even danced with Fred Davis, and he really was a great dancer. I felt so safe and secure in his arms. I could appreciate why Grace had enjoyed dancing with him when we were out with him. As we were dancing, the next event to occur was the cutting of the cake. Grace smashed her piece into my mouth and I returned the favor, all to the uproarious laughter of the guests. Then, just before we were to depart, to go our honeymoon suite, everyone was gathered for the ceremonial tossing of the garter and bouquets. In our case, we each had to remove the garter from each other, which was strange, but I was pretty drunk by then, so I was game for whatever. I went first, reaching up under Grace's short dress and removing hers, a light blue garter adorned with pearls. Then she made a big deal of lifting my dress, revealing my stocking clad legs to everyone as she removed the matching pink garter I wore. We each then flung them into the crowd of men waiting, and everyone laughed when Rex and Ryan caught them. Finally, we stood together, our backs to the girls, and tossed our bouquets behind us. When we turned, Mandy had one in her hands, and my sister had the other. It looked like there were other weddings in the future. Once that was done, the guests all lined the doorway and we moved through the crowd, rice raining upon us as we went through the gauntlet together, hand-in-hand, moving toward the moment of truth for me - the consummation of our marriage. Performance anxiety was already setting in. When we arrived at the honeymoon suite, we entered together, neither of us pretending that either one was going to carry one, or the other, over the threshold. Instead, we closed the door and fell into each other's arms. We held each other and kissed and kissed and kissed. Finally, Grace let me go long enough for us to survey the room. There was a bottle of champagne, waiting and open. Grace filled the champagne flutes with the golden bubbly, and raised her glass to mine, "To us! Forever and ever." "To us," I agreed happily. "Forever!" We drank it down and then something seemed to come over Grace. A sexy, 'I'm going to have you,' look was in her eyes. Her fingers fondled the key around her neck. "I'm going to slip into something more comfortable Danni," she hissed. "I suggest that you do the same. Your wedding night-clothes are in the top drawer. I'll help you remove your gown, then I trust you can manage on your own." She then unfastened my gown in the back and I stepped out of it. "I'll be right back," she concluded as she went to the dressing area nearest the bathroom. Opening the top drawer, I was not surprised to find what I suspected would be waiting for me. As I thought, a set of the precise same lingerie I'd bought for Grace to wear tonight, was waiting there for me. She'd bought me an identical set. I removed the lingerie from the drawer and laid it out on the bed. The outfit consisted of a white garter belt, black stockings, white bikini panties covered with frilly white lace all around, and a sheer, soft white nylon baby-doll with lacy ruffles, similar to the ruffles on the panties, covering the built-in shelf bra. There was also a matching robe that hung open in the front. I finished removing the lingerie I'd worn for our wedding, and dressed in the virginally sexy white wedding lingerie. I looked at myself in the mirror, and the incongruous thought that fired in my brain was, 'How are you going to fuck your bride, dressed like a beautiful woman?' I crawled onto our bed to wait for Grace, curling my legs under me, striking a sexy pose that I hoped she would appreciate. I couldn't wait to have her free me from my chastity cage. My cock was throbbing painfully inside of it. In a few moments the lights turned off and I heard Grace approaching. As she joined me on the bed, I could see she was wearing the same wedding night lingerie as I was, the set I'd bought for her. And as she crawled closer, I felt it. There. Between her thighs. She meant what she said on the dance floor. She aimed to fuck me too. On our wedding night. Leaning over me, Grace kissed me softly on my dark, red lips. Her cock bobbed beneath the hem of her pretty white, lace babydoll, the heaviness of it bumping my thighs, a warning of what was to come. "I love you Danielle," she whispered in my ear, referring to me by the same feminine pronunciation of my name as she and Reverend Hathaway used during the ceremony. It was no mistake. I should have spoken up then. But I didn't want to break her mood. This was, after all, Grace's wedding day. I wanted it to be perfect. She moved a piece of my wig that had fallen in front of my face, smiling lovingly, protectively, at me as she did so. "You are so beautiful!" she exclaimed quietly, almost as if she was seeing me in my feminine form for the first time. "And I will always love you, especially for what you did for me today. That was the best wedding gift you could have given to me. Thank you," she said, her voice filled with sincerity. "You're welcome," I replied. "Did you have fun at the reception? Wasn't it lovely?" "Uh, yeah," I answered. "It was a little strange though. You know? Dancing with the men, and even the women. The way they all looked at me?" "Everyone thought you were amazing!" Grace corrected me. "The women thought you were beautiful and the men were positively lusting at you. You do know that? Right?" Really? I didn't know that. No. And I didn't want that either. Not the men anyway. "Grace! No! They weren't!" I protested. "Okay," she said in a placating tone. "They weren't. But even if they were," she smiled coyly, "They can't have you. You're mine. Remember? And enough small talk. It's time for me to have you." Grace wasted no time either, reaching to remove my panties. She tossed them by my head on the satin pillow I rested upon. Then, she bent down and kissed my cock, sheathed as it was. I groaned. I wanted her to unlock me. So badly! But she tormented me, teasing me with her lips and tongue, kissing my balls and my inner thigh. She rose for a moment and said, "Now, you do me Danni." Grace crawled up toward my head, her cock sliding along my tummy, until her crotch was just over my mouth. As she lowered herself down toward me, my tongue darted eagerly from my mouth, flicking at her hairy pussy, barely able to reach as she hovered above me, the sweet fragrance of Grace's vagina that I had missed so, so much over the past few weeks. At last, I was back in that place I loved so much, loving my wife's womanliness. Wow! My wife! My wife! Grace was my wife! And in that moment I knew more than I ever could that I would do anything for Grace. I was hers! And she was mine! "Please!" I pleaded. "Closer! I want you!" Grace lowered her pussy closer to my mouth. I was able to kiss her smooth velvety folds. She sighed. "Oh yes! Such a sweet and tender mouth you have Danielle," she praised me. As I continued to pleasure her, Grace carried on a monologue, of sorts. "I can't wait for you to fuck me tonight Danielle. I need a cock so badly! Don't you! And when you fuck me, I want you to clean me out. Okay?" By now she was sitting on my face, her pussy driving onto my mouth, with her cock lying above, on my face. I could only nod. "Oh God! That is so hot Danielle! Will you always clean the cum out of my pussy? Do you promise?" I nodded again. I would, if it was what Grace wanted. I didn't mind. "Oh fuck!" she hissed as she rode my face, each movement of her pelvis causing the cock to slide up and down on my face. "I want to fuck you so much Danni! Do you want me to fuck you? Please say yes?" I nodded, again, unable to speak. "I want you to show me. Prove to me that you want me to fuck you. Will you?" I was confused. What more did I need to do to prove my love or need for her? As if reading my unspoken thoughts, Grace continued, "Beg me to fuck you Dannielle. Tell me you want my cock. Show me you want my cock. Suck my cock Danielle!" At that moment she lifted her body upward and the cock fell into place at my mouth, now hovering above me, as her pussy had earlier. I grasped it with my manicured fingers and held it. I was acutely aware of Grace's apprising gaze, watching to see what I did. I flicked my tongue at her cock, teasingly licking it. I smiled at Grace, making eye contact with her. She was mesmerized at what I was doing. "Will you please fuck me Grace?" I asked politely. "Pretty please," I repeated more sweetly, and teasingly this time. "Suck it," was her response. "Suck my cock Danielle!" And so I did. I began slowly, taking a few inches between my lips, swirling my tongue around the head of her thick cock, softly stroking the entire length as I did so. "Mmmm," I moaned my appreciation for the dominant object. I felt completely feminine during this moment. Forgotten was the idea that I was a man, even though I was very much so. I wanted to please Grace, and in doing so, make her want to return the favor when she released me to fuck her. I pulled her toward my mouth, coaxing her to impale me, and she complied, pressing her cock deeper, and deeper, and deeper into me, slipping past the opening of my throat until penetration was complete. She held steady there, moving her hips, as if savoring the feeling. It was then that I realized that her cock was double-ended, and that her pussy was stuffed with an equally large cock that was massaging and pleasuring her in response to my fellating the end in my mouth. Grace slowly lifted, withdrawing herself partially, and then slowly sank back into me. She repeated this motion over, and over, and over, and over, and over. Soon her pace increased and she began fucking my mouth. Literally! And then she cried out, "Oh yes! Yes! Yes! Such a good cocksucker Danielle! So good! So, so good! Danielle! I need to fuck you! Are you ready sweetie?" she asked me. My mouth stuffed with her cock I could only nod, but my eyes revealed my now desperate need. Grace suddenly pulled her cock from my mouth and moved downward. "Spread your legs Danni," she instructed me with what seemed a cold urgency. "I have been waiting for this for weeks. To fuck you on our wedding night. I hope you were prepared," she added. To be honest, I wasn't. Not in the least. I had not even considered this possibility. But I was ready now! I wanted her cock inside of me! I needed it! Obediently, I opened my thighs, presenting myself to my bride. Grace pressed the thick cockhead, well lubricated with my own saliva, into me, pushing forward, my ring opening as she guided the phallus inside of me. I accepted it as she drove deeper and deeper. Within moments, she was all of the way inside of me. She kissed me on the mouth. Hard. With passion. When she broke, she glared into my soul, "Fuck me Danni. Be my dirty little whore tonight. Show me what you've got. I know you love my cock. Come on! Be my bitch tonight!" For a split second I was frightened at her taunt, until she withdrew her cock and slammed it back into me. Again. And again. And again. Fuck! It felt soooo good! I couldn't deny it. I screamed out, "Oh Grace! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me Grace! Make me your whore! I am your whore Grace! I am! Forever!" I cried out. I wrapped my thighs around her, pulling her to me, rising up to meet her thrusts. It felt sooo amazing! She fucked me until I could suddenly feel it sweep over me. An earth shattering orgasm like none I could recall. And then I felt something else. Wetness. Flowing down into my crack. I'd cum. Confined still in my cage, I'd had a wet, gooey orgasm in response to being fucked by Grace, just as I'd done in the past. The emotional response to such an orgasm left my mind numb, so much so that I did not even consider what it meant - that I may not be able to return the favor for Grace, as she had so urgently told me she wanted earlier. To be able to properly fuck my bride when she released me from my cage. I looked upward, and found Grace staring at me, panting from her exertion, peering into me, as if trying to read my reaction to what had just happened. I must have smiled, for she reflected it back to me. Grace collapsed onto my chest, our breasts pressing against each other's. She began laughing. Not a making fun of laugh. A laugh of joy. A laugh of love. And I found myself feeling it too, and so I joined her. She kissed me hard on my mouth. "I love you Danielle Anderson," she referred to me using her last name. I smiled, going along with her, and responded, "And I love you Grace Thompson." We laughed again. As she looked into my eyes, the key dangled there between us, from her necklace, swinging menacingly, at least in my eyes, for now I was worried about what was expected of me. Grace had just consummated out marriage with me, so to speak. Now it was my turn. And I didn't know if I was ready yet, after what had happened. As I lay beneath Grace, I suddenly noticed the shift in her breathing. Grace had fallen asleep. I wouldn't be expected to perform immediately. Despite the anticipation I had been experiencing as I looked forward to our wedding night, and my release from chastity, I only felt relief that Grace had zonked out on me. When she awoke, I'd be in a better position to prove to her that I could satisfy her like a man. So I said a silent 'thank you' to the wedding night gods who had provided me this reprieve that would help me consummate my marriage when my turn came. I relaxed beneath Grace's weight, and then let her roll to my side and I too fell asleep. The day had been long, and though filled with anxiety, had also been emotional and exciting. I knew that there would be some hangfire to face when Grace and I returned from our Honeymoon and I had to return to work. My associates, no doubt, would view me differently now that I had submitted to Grace's request that I marry her while dressed as a woman. I could only hope for their understanding now. I don't know how long I'd been asleep when I felt it. Between my thighs. A warm and damp, soft feeling. As I came to, I moaned involuntarily, looking down to see Grace kneeling between my legs, her mouth encompassing my cock. She smiled at me. While I slept, Grace had removed my chastity cage and was sucking me, bringing me to a full hard-on. "Good morning sleepyhead," she cooed. "Now we're all awake," she teased. "Are you ready to take your bride?" she whispered in a sexy voice. "I think so," I groaned, her mouth on my cock causing me tremendous pleasure. Being confined for so long, I'd nearly forgotten how good being permitted to grow to my full size felt. No pressure or pain! "Me too!" she replied. "Me too! I have been waiting for this moment Danielle. To feel you finally fulfill me." What?! 'Finally fulfill her?' What does she mean? "Do you remember your vows?" she asked, nearly out of the blue. "Uh, yeah," I answered, not certain what she was getting at. "I'm talking about the part where you pledged your devotion and commitment to my pleasure and happiness? And to always show your undying love and to worship me forever and ever? Do you remember?" I did. I know I was almost in a trance when I repeated Reverend Hathaway's words. But I recalled them. "Yes Grace," I assured her. "I remember. Why do you ask?" I pressed her, wondering why now, when we were about to make love like a man and a woman for the first time. "Because, I want you to know how much it meant to me. And I want you to show me. Now. Before you fuck me. Show me how much you worship me. Please?" she asked softly. So that is it. It is time for me to perform. To show Grace. To prove to her my commitment to the vows. I coaxed Grace to move forward on our wedding bed and to lie upon her back. Then, I leaned close to her face and kissed her softly and tenderly. First, on her lips, then her eyes, and finally, all over. I could feel my erection gently touching her stomach as I applied loving attention to her face. Grace relaxed and accepted all of the love I was giving, easy sighs and breaths emanating from her as I began my worship ceremony. As I kissed her my fingers slowly and deliberately tweaked her hardened nipples, caressing her breasts. As I slowly pleasured Grace, worshipping her as it were, my mind was awash in the love and devotion that I, indeed, felt for her. All of the anguish of the several weeks we remained apart, me locked in chastity, were forgotten distant memories. As with everything, Grace had proven correct once again. Our separation had resulted in a heightened experience on our wedding night, or, as it seemed, the first morning after. My vows, as Grace had reminded me just now, were running through my brain. I was devoted and committed to Grace's pleasure, to worshipping her, forever. And ever. I scooted lower, to the place I was longing to taste. To taste Grace's fresh pussy. To please her. To worship her. To ready her for my cock. To tantalize her until she begged me to fuck her. To consummate our marriage by fucking her. Finally fucking her! My tongue swirled around her neatly trimmed bush, her dampness and womanly scent overpowering my senses. God! I loved how this woman smelled! I wanted to lick and kiss and suck her forever! And I might have, were it not for her crying out, "Now Danni! Now! I need to be fucked! Please baby! Do it now! We've waited so long!" So it was the moment of truth. Grace was ready for me. And I was ready for her. As ready as I had ever been. My cock was full and hard. I only hoped I would last long enough to please her. There! I'd let it happen! That moment of doubt. Doubt that I could actually please Grace. No! I had to concentrate. I had to do this right. This one time, if never again. I kneeled between Grace's thighs. Looking down at her, legs spread, waiting for me to be a man. Grace's eyes were closed, her jaw clenched tightly as she anticipated the moment as well. "Please Danni," she moaned impatiently. "Please fuck your wife!" she urged me to end my delay. I touched the tip of my cock to her wet opening. Grace was so ready. I knew that she would have no difficulty accepting me. Her pussy could easily swallow a cock several times longer, and so much thicker than mine. Mine would easily enter her. Fuck! Why did I let those thoughts invade my mind? Not at this crucial moment! "Hurry Danni! Before it gets soft," she groaned. Before it gets soft? So even Grace was worried about me performing. She felt my urgency to do it too! I pressed forward, watching my cock disappear inside of her. God! She felt so amazing! Grace was so soft and so wet. Her pussy felt better wrapped around my cock than anything I'd ever felt. I could feel the veins in my penis pumping blood feverishly. I held still, hoping to stem the eruption. I just had to fuck Grace first. I couldn't just go inside of her so quickly. As I held still, concentrating on not cumming, Grace pleaded with me, "Please Danni? Please! Stop teasing me baby! Put it in me! Please stick it inside of me!" Oh no! She didn't know I was in her! Not again! No way! I was big! I was hard! All of the waiting! I had never been so big! So hard! My wife could not feel my penis? She didn't even realize that I was fully inside of her? Fuck! And just at that very moment, as her honesty caused me to recoil with shame, I pulled back to try to fuck her, to let her know that I was inside of her. That I was going to fuck her. That is when it happened. I felt it. Nooooo! I'd cum. Inside of her. And I couldn't stop. I tried to halt the flow. I tried. But I couldn't stop it. I looked toward Grace to see if she could tell. Her eyes flew open and her mouth revealed her own anguish at what had just occurred. She couldn't feel my penis! But she could feel the warmth of my sperm filling her otherwise too empty void. "No!" she cried out involuntarily. "No! You didn't already?!" My own pained expression revealed the truth. Yes. Yes I had. "Grace," I whimpered. "I, I'm so sorry. I, I just, co, couldn't st, stop it. I, oh please forgive me Grace. Let me try again. Please?" I begged her. I was utterly asamed and embarrassed. I had failed my wife. Again. Fuck! Why couldn't I get this one thing right with her? I don't know what swept over me, but I felt it welling up from somewhere deep within me, and suddenly the dam burst and the tears began to flow. I was bawling and crying like a baby as I apologized and begged and pleaded for Grace to forgive me for falling short. And then, despite her obvious disappointment, Grace pulled me to her bosom and began consoling me. "It's okay baby. It's okay. I know you tried. You did. You tried. Easy now. No need to cry sweetie. It's okay. We'll think of something." She patted my back, trying to calm me down and to help me gain control. I left my face burrowed into her neck as the crying eased. But I was too ashamed to look at my bride. What kind of husband was I going to be? Grace needed cock. I knew that about her. And she couldn't even feel mine! As I felt sorry for myself, worrying how I could make things right, Grace whispered to me. "Danni?" she asked. "Remember me asking you if you remembered your wedding vows to me baby?" I nodded. "Well, don't forget. I made some vows to you as well. Do you remember?" Again, I cou