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A Life Accidentally Planned Chap. 8 The Bridal Waltz I stood there with the fingers of both hands covering my wide open mouth. Andy knelt in anticipation in front of me. The room was perfectly quiet. Al I heard was the rustle of my petticoat as I slowly knelt to meet his level. My hands moved in unison from my mouth to the sides of Andy's head. I slowly bent forward and pulled his face toward me. I whispered "Yes," Just before I closed my eyes, turn my head and kissed him. He threw his arms around me and held my so tight. I had never felt more secure, warm and loved. We broke the embrace and stood. Andy removed the ring from its nest and taking my left hand, slipped the circlet on my ring finger. The room erupted. Andy turned us to the crowd and wrapped his left arm around my waist. I stared at the up turned hand for what seemed like minutes. The solitaire diamond set in a golden band that split on either side of the stone to hold it in four places. I was crying. Andy had to help lead me back to the bar and Momma and dad. I could barely see. Everyone along our path was shaking Andy's hand and kissing me with congratulations all round. Antony had broken out Champaign by the time we arrived at the bar area. Dad greeted me with a hug, "You were beautiful up there. I wish you both all the best, I couldn't wish for a better man for my daughter." I started to cry even harder. Momma had already broken out the tissues and used several by the time I melted into her arms. "I am so happy for you. I have always had a dream of watching my daughter getting married. Now you are making that dream come true. Thank you." I sniffled and whispered to her, "No, no momma, you have made my dream come true." I must have danced with every guy, and some of the "girls," that night. I also drank a tad. Andy's arm around my waist on the way to the car was more than a show of affection. He practically had to hold me up. At least I needed a guide to stay on the sidewalk. We were stopped twice by concerned cops and each time I showed off my ring and kissed Andy. "Congratulations," to me and "Make sure she gets home safely," to Andy. The next few weeks were a blur. Most of our time was spent planning the wedding. Momma took care of things at home. She even managed to get Father Jeff to agree to officiate. I was to have a church wedding. Andy and I started our part of the guest list and through Antony we booked a fancy room overlooking the public square for the reception. Antony's gift was the caterer. Some of our time was spent getting back to work. Andy had taken over the day to day operations of Antony's restaurants. I spent time organizing his clubs. I wouldn't be able to sneak in any more, now that I had made a public spectacle of myself at the engagement party, but I could still keep things running the way they should. I even had to begin changing The Factory from a disco to a new theme. We were turning over to a showcase for local up and coming musical talent club that booked nation talent too. A bout a month before the wedding, Andy and I had a meeting with Father Jeff, so we took a weekend trip to momma's. Friday night was a dinner out with the parents. They knew each other, but I was introduced to Andy's parents. They were great. His dad spent most of the evening staring at my chest. I wore the same dress I was engaged in. His mother gave me a box, "It's something blue, so open it when you get dressed on the special day." I knew I was accepted in the family. That Saturday morning we met with Father Jeff. We answered all of his questions. Had we both been baptized? We both confirmed in an Episcopal church? Did we both understand the commitment of marriage? Would we raise our children in the love of God? It was that question that suddenly reminded me that I wasn't whole. I would never be pregnant. I placed a hand on my belly and looked down. I felt empty. A tear welled up in my eye and Andy must have seen it. He put his hand over mine and leaned over. "Ssshh," he whisperd, "I love you anyway. You are all the woman I need." He then turned to father Jeff. "Cindy can't have children. The accident ended that dream. But if we adopt, yes we will. We will raise them with all the love we have." A smile returned to my face and I took hold of Andy's left bicep with both hands and laid my head on his shoulder. Father Jeff smiled and looking at both of us, "I'm sure you will." Then looking at me, "Cindy, I'm sure you will make a great mother no matter how the children come into your life. Maybe God has planned for you to show love to the children who might not have it otherwise." I smiled. This man I had doubts about had just returned my confidence and given me a piece to the puzzle of who I was and who I was meant to be. Andy then went off to get his groomsmen fitted, and momma met me at Woolworth's for lunch: toasted cheese and a cherry phosphate. They we walked west along the north side of the square to the hotel. The manager showed us the reception room. It was beautiful. The hotel was Victorian in d?cor and this room was no different. It had been a ball room since just before the Civil War. The woodwork was intricate and much of it gilt. Along the walls were overstuffed velvet settees. The walls themselves were covered in frescos of local scenes or hung with tapestries. A maple dance floor centered the room and a small raised stage was positioned opposite the main entry. We were told it was where the orchestras used to set up, but it was where the bride's table would be on our day. We checked out the whole building. The hotel had reserved two floors for us; one for the groom's party one for the bride's. We were informed that our caterer had already viewed the kitchen and that was all set. The manager asked if we had a florist yet or a dj for music. Momma told him a friend of hers was taking care of the flowers, but if he could recommend a dj that would be nice. We left feeling good about the arrangements and stepped outside. The late spring day was sunny and warmish with a light breeze. Leaves had started to pop on the trees and the last of the crabapple blossoms were dusting the streets as we turned left. Three doors down and into Mary's shop once more. The store still captivated me, but today was special. The moment we walked in Mary put down a clipboard and pencil and came to greet us, "Oh Cindy my dear, I am so happy for you." She was positively gushing. A hug and a peck on the cheek, "Must be your last selections worked eh?" I admit I blushed. Taking my hand she led momma and me to a back section of the shop. "Mom tells me that not much has changed measurement wise so we'll start there." She had retrieved her clipboard and turned to a page with my name on it. All my vital stats were there. Also there was a list of previous purchases, color preferences, even clothing styles I liked. She sat momma and I on a couple of chairs with a small table between, "Would either of you care for some tea or coffee?" Momma had some tea, and I deferred. Mary went off and I could see her ordering her staff all over the store. It was then that I noticed we were the only ones in the shop. I felt so special. One of the attendants brought several boxes with lacy things in them. Then there was another and finally Mary with a couple of long gowns, all in white. Everything was removed from the packages and hung on a rack near a dressing room. "Come, come dear, time to try things on. I spent at least an hour trying on different pieces of what was to be my wedding trousseau. Momma and I chose a pair high, French cut panties that wrapped around my hips and plunged between my legs; a wide garter belt with eight clasps that held my flower print white stockings; a boned bustier that made my breasts jut out with its balcony shelf. Mary had me sit and slipped a white and pink flowery garter over my right leg. With those choices made it was on to bed ware. Momma smiled as I came out of the dressing room in a white peignoir. The nightgown was a long many layered gown with a stretch lace bodice that held my breasts in two round mounds and spaghetti straps. Over that I wore a slightly longer shear bed coat with slightly puffed long sleeves. I knew it was the one when momma just looked, smiled and shook her head, her right hand over her lips. All was set and as we stood at the counter. Mary turned to Momma. "Are you going to Sherie's?" "Oh yes," was momma's reply. "I will call over Cindy' information to help." "Oh thank you." We left the shop and continued east along the square. At the end we took a side street for several yards and crossed the street in front of Bridal Dreams. It was Sherie's shop. We were in another store that looked like it had been built in the eighteen hundreds. The floor displays and walls were covered in all sorts of wedding gowns and accessories. One wall was nothing but shoes and another section, just veils. "Oh please come in. You must be Cindy. Mary just called and told me you were coming. It is so nice to meet you. She tells me you are quite the young lady." Again I was greeted with a kiss and a squeeze of my hands. What a wonderful world. Tulle, crinoline and lace were everywhere. In the back of the shop was a seating area and a small platform with mirrors on three sides. We were led to the seats and a rack with several beautiful dresses was rolled out. They were all a bit different. Some were sleeveless; some corseted: some full some short; long trained and short. I tried on probably fifteen. The trial was heavenly, but none was perfect. Mom smiled and nodded or frowned and so did I. We found something to like about most of them, but none of them all together. Sherie was patient as she described everyone and their attributes. Then she brought out another from a special rack. I had been eyeing the dress from the time we walked in. I had been hung near the seating area. "This dress is from the fifties." Sherie began another explanation. "The skirt has four layers. The inner layer is heavy satin with two layers of tulle over it. The is covered with course lace that is open in front to show the satin and tulle, but covers the bustle and flows down the hips and back to the floor. The lace and satin form the bodice to the bust with the lace continuing to the neck. Lace sleeves cover the arms to the wrist with buttoned pointed cuffs covering part of the back of the hands. The veil flows off of the head, over the shoulders and down to nearly the floor. You can see that the bodice nips the waist and the skirt billows out, accentuating the hips. Let's try this one on." I was handed a pair of four inch white heals that I slipped on. Then came a three layer crinoline petticoat. Up with my arms as Sherie and momma gathered the layers of the dress, over my head and down the arms it went. Momma sat back down and Sherie buttoned up the back from waist to neck. It was a bit larger than me through the bodice, but the effect was wonderful. Sherie snugged the comb of the veil into my hair and fussed to get the hanging just right. I walked several steps over to the platform and lifting the font hem, stepped up and looked in the mirror. I smiled as I turned to catch the full effect. "Well daughter, what do you think?" Momma had asked for my opinion so many times, but this time I had nothing to say at first. I just kept looking. "Oh momma, I, I, I just don't know what to say. It's as if I have dreamed this dress. It is as if it is telling me that we were meant for each other. It's like I have dreamed of this forever. I love it, but it must be expensive." Momma and Sherie began to laugh. Sherie looked wryly at momma, "I guess you were right dear. You certainly do know your daughter." I looked at them with a question in my eyes. Momma came over to where I stood and taking my hand to help me down, she was tearing, but smiling. I alit next to her and she gave me a hug with a hand on the back of my head. "Dear, this is my wedding dress. I hoped you would love it. I so want you to be married in it. Sherie can alter it to fit." With that tears flowed all round. Sherie pinned and measured and then unbuttoned me. I redressed, we all hugged and a last appointment was made the week before the wedding. I felt that all was set for the big day. I was wrong, but many others took care of everything else. I just fretted. Back home from the weekend, work went on for Andy and I. Andy Moved in with Randy for a time before the wedding as we renovated the large bedroom as our master bedroom. I think everyone was also making sure we weren't "living in sin." The wedding was on a Saturday and Antony ran the businesses with a skeleton crew on Friday and Saturday so our guests could attend all the events. Andy and I were upstate early on Friday. By the time we checked into our rooms at the hotel, our parents had made sure that all we would need was there. Guests arrived all throughout the day. Around four, the wedding party headed over to the church. It was only two blocks west and on up from the square, so we walked. We were a bit noisy I have to admit. Andy was with his groomsmen, Bruce as best man. I was with my bridesmaids and we were quite the group. I couldn't have Angela as maid of honor for obvious reasons so I had asked Betty. I was amazed at the way she looked. Father Jeff would have a hard time outing her. She was sublime in her subtlety, and I walked arm in arm with her the whole way. Inside Father Jeff instructed us on where to be and when. While we were at the communion rail and kneeled, he blessed Andy and I. Then with Father Jeff in tow, we all walked back to the hotel for the rehearsal dinner. Betty and I kept laughing silently at each other. She and Father Jeff were deep in conversation and jokes for most of the dinner. We had a louder laugh when we met in the girl's room after a few drinks. Toasts and conversations waning, we all head up to our rooms for what proved to be a restless night. I was in and out of sleep all night and I could hear conversations in the hall as parties moved. Before I knew it, the sun was rising. Momma came in and the girls were all off to breakfast by nine. Arriving back at the bridal floor, the day really began. I was shuttled off to the bathroom. My wedding party had drawn a hot bath, but I wasn't allowed to do anything. One of my bridesmaids was Meg and she worked in a salon in the city. Her gift was to have me pampered all morning. Her boss and three of her employees had come up to do all of the girls, but especially me. Everyone else went back to their rooms to shower and begin changing. As I said, I was lead to my own bathroom. I sat down in the scented bubble bath. As I lay there, one girl gave me a facial. Ann, the owner, took my legs and shaved them and moisturized them. She shaved my pubic area into a small triangle. My hair was washed and I was helped out of the bath. No guy could ever have appreciated the feelings I was experiencing. I was nervous with anticipation and flush with the pampering and attention. My hair wrapped, I was asked to sit on a stool as Ann and Meg worked on rolling my hair. Then there were makeup touches, all the finery. My nails were done to a length about half an inch and enameled white. I couldn't believe my eyes, literally. Ann had applied long lashes and where they met my eyelids, she placed a line of black liner and silver sparkles. All I could say was, "Wow!" Taking a break, we sat for a light lunch. My nerves were catching up as women in stockings and slips moved around me laying out my clothing. Working in shifts, so they could dress too, they wrapped me up. I wasn't allowed to do anything for myself. After my robe was removed and taken away, they wrapped the garter and clasped it. I sat and they rolled white stockings on my nude legs and then the bride's gater. I even had to step into my panties and two of them raised them to my hips. The bustier took some time, but I just stood with my arms out. At this point the others were all dressed and Momma was there. She entered the room with a hug, and picked up the petticoat I stepped in and she raised it to my waist. I could hear the rustle of tulle and crinoline as I moved and as the girls gathered the dress. Arms up and I felt the materials flow over my soft skin. Momma shooed everyone away and worked on the buttons in back. With the last one, "These will be undone only by your husband my dear." She bent over and kissed my head while we looked at each other in the full length mirror. As I sat, Betty entered and helped with my shoes. I stood and each girl in the room took a turn hugging me carefully. The phone rang a few minutes after we finished. Ann and Mag had cleaned up and dressed to attend the ceremony. Momma answered and then announced that the men had left for the church and the coast was clear. I wasn't sure what she meant beyond a groom not seeing the bride early, but I was just following orders. By now my nerves prevented me from making decisions anyway. Momma came over and handed me the box from Andy's mom. I opened it and found a set of chandelier earrings and a choker. They were tear drop pearls and a white ribbon with a cameo. Betty did the honors and we laughed as she fumbled with my long veil. A kiss a smile and she handed me my bouquet. We were off. I was aware of the feel and sound of the dress as I moved. Momma stopped me near the door and had me practice sitting in a chair. Good thing, the bustle changed my seating arrangement and it took three of us to get me and the dress into a chair properly. I stood again, accepting Betty's helping hand, the door opened and I was out into the hall to the elevator. It stopped and I took a deep breath as we stepped out into the lobby. This was more exciting than the first time I went out after the surgeries. My ladies led and I followed, Momma at my side. As I exited there were oo's and ah's and then applause. We processed through the lobby and as we reached the front doors, two men held the doors and bowed. My dress was so wide, it took up the whole opening. I was greeted by a man in a red uniform and a doffed top hat. "You carriage awaits m'lady." He took my hand and walked me to a horse drawn white open carriage. Momma, Betty and I stepped up and in the first one and the rest of the bridal party stepped into a following carriage. I was already crying. "Your father is such a romantic. He said his only daughter had to have the most special day possible and everyone in town should know it." I needed a hankie and Betty had one in her waist sash that she dabbed my cheeks with. "I knew you would need this eventually. You cry like a girl." She winked and we shared a smile. We rode to the church a getting out proved interesting with all the material, but I wouldn't have missed it for the world. We entered the church and stood before the closed doors to the sanctuary. We all looked at each other in silence and then dad and an usher came in through a side door. We were moved to the side out of view and the usher and mom entered the church and dad reclosed the door. The organ was playing something, I couldn't concentrate on it. Dad and I moved to a spot in front of the main doors. My ladies moved to the side doors. Their doors opened and they filed out. They were to walked across the back and meet in front of the closed doors. At that moment the wedding march started. Dah, dahdah, dah dah, dad took my hands and stood in front of me, "You are so beautiful and you make us so happy and proud. I could not have wish for more in a daughter." I reached up and kissed him, "Thank you. Thank you for everything. I settled back onto my heals, dad reset my veil and the doors swung open. Everyone stood and dad and I began a long slow walk down the aisle. I caught Andy and his party standing at the altar area. My heart leapt and the rest became a blur. I remember hearing Father Jeff "Who gives this woman?" and dad standing and replying, "Her mother and I do." I almost cried again. There were the I do's and the exchange of rings the kiss and the recessional. I was now recognized as daughter, woman and wife. Rice throwing, flash from cameras, nearly tripping as Andy and I entered the carriage noise, the sound of the horse on pavement, but most of all, me in Andy's arms, those are the memories. We went along the south side of the square, turned left and left again, back down the north side to the hotel entrance. Along the way, people stopped and waved. I waved back like a princess noticing especially the smiling little girls who waved and threw kisses. I heard comments like, "How beautiful," and "What a lucky girl." It took a while as the driver walked the horses. Even the local paper was there at the curb with a photographer. Bruce answered the reporter's questions as the rest of us entered the lobby and crossed to the ballroom. It had been a long time since the town had seen a wedding like this, if ever. My nerves were beginning to subside as we enter the reception. I admit I took the first flute offered to me and quickly downed the contents. Ah, Brut Champaign, it helped settle me even more, as unladylike as it may have been. We stood in a line and greeted the guests. Mercifully everyone was prompt and quick. There was the dinner, the toasts, complete with jokes, and then the lights went down. Da came over and asked Andy for my hand. He took my fingers and I rose and followed him to the dance floor. The curtain behind the bride's table opened and on the stage was a complete band. The maestro bowed and turned to the ensemble. A spot came on dad and I. He bowed, took my right hand and held it out. His right hand went to my hip and mine left rested on his arm. The band began Moonlight Serenade. We danced across the floor alone. I tried to follow his lead and did an alright job. After a few minutes, Andy and momma came up and joined us, then Andy's parents. Dad pulled me in, "This was your mother and my first song. I hope it brings you and Andy as much happiness as we have had. This is my princess' special day. I hope you are a s happy as you have made us." I had no idea all this adventure had meant so much to him. He had always seemed to be on the sidelines. Mom later told me how involved he had been. He stepped aside when the female lessons were needed. The mother and daughter stuff wasn't comfortable for him, but he watched, as momma put it, "With the pride any father feels about his daughter." I was crying again and all I could do was hug the man and kiss him. "Dad, you got it all perfect. I am so happy, thank you." At that moment the band switched to Canadian Sunset and Andy brought Momma over to dad and we switched partners. Dad took my hand and put it in Andy's and held our hands in his. He looked at Andy, "Her mother and I gave her to you earlier as part of a service. I now give to you from my heart. Take good care of my little girl." I hugged dad again and then my husband drew me away and we danced. We danced, with many partners and each other and drank, cut the cake and laughed. About ten o'clock, Andy stood and took my arm. He raised a glass and toasted the guests and especially the wedding party. All toasted and then he processed me out of the ballroom and into the elevator. The door closed and we fell into a tight embrace. Our mouths were almost glued together and hands were all over each other. When the door opened Andy led my out onto a floor I didn't recognize. He produced a key and we went up to a fancy dark wood door. He opened it and we entered a magnificent suite. There were flowers everywhere. The furniture was all white and plush. Through double doors to the right and there was the largest bed I had ever seen. Then it hit me. My nightgown was spread on the bed. I heard a pop behind me and turned to see Andy pouring more Champaign into flutes. He handed me one and held the other. I took it and his now open hand undid the tie. He smiled wryly and raised his glass, "To us and tonight." We clinked and sipped. He turned, removed his jacket and cummerbund. I stood there. No, I stood there like a deer in the headlights. Like a virgin little girl who was suddenly scared. I hadn't thought this far ahead. I was a wife and this was our wedding night. In the next room was our wedding bed. I sipped and watched as Andy made himself comfortable. We sat for few minutes and the Champaign worked its magic. I remembered momma's words as she buttoned me up. I relaxed, stood and asked for another pour. Andy finished and I turned my back to him and, "Could you help me with these?" My head motioned to the buttons. Andy put down his flute and slowly undid each button. He seemed to be enjoying himself. "Done." I put down the flute and worked my arms out of the sleeves, my back still to Andy. I heard him pour himself another. I stepped out of the dress and stopped. I looked back. Andy slugged down the glass and reached for the bottle. I stepped forward and out of the petticoat, reached down and picked up my glass. I drained it slowly and reached back. Andy poured another. "I'll go get comfortable." I went into the bed room and closed the door. Oh my god, what was I doing? I smiled and chuckled to myself. Ah, the power a woman has over a man. I took off the bustier, panties, stockings and garter, placing them carefully on a chair near the bed. Then I put on the peignoir. A quick trip to bathroom to primp and I was ready. I hit the switch for the light, but noticed I had turned on a black light. The room had glowing spots all over it. I also noticed that my clothes glowed. There was a radio in the corner and it gave me an idea. I picked up the house phone and asked for the local radio station. They had an all-night call in show and I made request. The dj was more than happy to oblige the now famous bride. I waited for his intro and then turned up the sound and opened the doors. I reached around the corner and turned off the room lights. Only the black light was on. I stood there, my nude form shadowed through the glowing lace of my peignoir. The song began, "Nights in white satin," I started to dance. "Never reaching the end," I picked up my glass and drank it dry tossing it on the couch. "Letters I've written," Andy stood and I pushed him down, "Never meaning to send." I danced and teased for the whole song. As it reached, "Watch lights fade.." I turned off the radio and walked over to Andy. His mouth was a gape. I spread my legs and sat on his lap, picked up my flute and motioned for another. He started to pour. I planted a big kiss on his lips grinding my lips into his gently. He over poured and I giggled. I stood and took his free hand. I was in control. I had gone from scared to control, from wary to wanton. I led Andy to the bed room. We put down our glasses and I started to undo Andy's buttons, then his belt. Andy finished. I looked at him and gently moved my hand over him form. He reciprocated and after a moment or two we kissed. I took off the bed jacket and then one strap at a time I let the gown fall on its own to the floor. I took his hands and leaned back onto the bed pulling Andy with me. He came to me and we fell into a tight embrace and kiss. He moved to kiss me everywhere I couldn't stop him and I didn't want to. My last male thought was that I had been with a girl, but never like this. I was never like him with me. Then I let myself go, and that part of who I had been was gone forever. Andy had found my other lips. My hands found his head and I rubbed. One of his hands found my breasts. I arched. He kissed his way back up and my hands worked their way down. He was so hard. He found my mouth and his tongue found mine. We were kissing when a felt the tip of his cock against my labia. My already excited clitoris urged me forward. Together our motions set a rhythm. As Andy came down his pelvis came slightly forward; up and back in a circle. I slowly met his down with an up and vice versa. His hard on kept rubbing my labia and clitoris. It was momma's practice with no hands. All was fine, then, on a down stroke from him and an up from me, I felt my lower lips part and his tip entered me about two inches. It hurt and was terrific at the same time. Out as we parted in the rhythm, but I was determined this time. He came down and forward, I thrust up and took him almost whole. I didn't settle back, Instead I went a bit higher and felt his full hard shaft enter me. Amazing, I could feel his length inside me. I felt the full girth of him rubbing inside. I clenched, thank goodness for kegels, and wouldn't let him withdraw. Still clenched I began to lay back. He came with me. Then I slid down his shaft and released the squeeze sliding down until I felt his tip just inside. Up I went and squeezed when I had all of him. Back down and release, on and on I went, Andy suspended above me. In time I began to feel something unexpected. His lower abs began to tighten, his hard-on grew and throbbed slightly; I slid down and released, but before I could move, Andy thrust hard into me, I clenched and he rose up and then hard back down. Three times and the last he arched back, I closed my eyes and moaned. I was in another world, my clit had never felt like that and drove into me throbbing and squirting into me, I came too. I was a sloshy wet mess; he rose and drove again, more cum. I shuddered and felt another shock go through my whole body. I grabbed a breast, more electricity, I squealed and raised up to meet his next and last thrust. He groaned and nearly collapsed as the tension left his body. I froze for a moment enjoying the receding orgasm. It had been amazing, wonderful, ecstatic. We both collapsed. Andy moved his hands to either side of my head and began to kiss me gently. I realized my legs were wrapped around his butt, holding him in and I moved my hips slightly. He still felt so good inside though I could feel him going limp. He arched up and looked at me with a smile. I grinned back and whispered, "I hope I wasn't a disappointment." "Oh my lord no." he kissed me again. "Far from it." I put my arms around his neck and pulled him down. I felt him starting to get hard again and I slowly began to move my hips and resumed the squeezes. On for number two. Then a little drink and we spent the night, me on top, bouncing; from behind, my tits swinging deliciously and sideways when we woke up after finally passing out. I really didn't like that one as a position. We lay in bed curled up for what seemed like a long time. I had the thought that now I was complete. I was o longer a girl or a virgin, but a woman. Then there was a knock on the door. Andy kissed the back of my neck and rolled out of bed. He grabbed his tux pants and slipped them on as he walked. I reached out and grabbed my gown and robe. Then I realized that they didn't really cover much. I had noticed a robe in the bathroom and scooted in to wash, relieved and don the robe. Wrapped in terry, I went out into the room, closing the bedroom door behind me. Andy was showing a small party into the room. Room service had delivered a breakfast and following the cart was momma, Andy's mom and Betty all dressed in casual skirts like they had planned it. Betty had the first joke, "Here to make sure you made the marriage official." She nodded to the bedroom door. I hugged and kissed momma, then a light hug for my mother in law. Betty was another big hug, "Now you are and look like the woman you were meant to be. I am so happy for you." We ate, I nibbled, and made arrangements to meet for lunch, pack our cars and caravan back to the city. After about an hour, the party left and as I started to pick up my dress and petticoat when Andy's hands wrapped my waist, hands to my tits and his pants weren't there. One more time from behind, I guess he liked it, and we took to the shower. It never occurred to me how much fun a shower could be. Packed, we made our good byes and five cars in a row headed back south. Once home Andy and I settled into housekeeping and married life. Sex occurred everywhere, but I really liked the rug in front of the fireplace after a bottle of wine. Andy didn't object and called it our try out spot since when he brought home a new teddie or baby-doll, that was where we ended up. About two months after the wedding dad and momma came for a visit. No fireplace for a weekend, but we had a good time. Friday night we had dinner home with wine and lots of talk. My parents kept asking how things were and I kept blushing and saying nothing. Drunk enough and late in the evening, dad asked, "No regrets?" Andy laughed and hugged me and after a kiss, just said no. I hesitated. Andy looked at me, I teared and, looking at him, "You know." Andy looked at momma and dad, "Cindy feels guilty that she can't get pregnant and give me a family." Momma came over and held me, "Oh darling, you are more of a woman than we could have known. I'm sorry we couldn't do anything about that for you." I sniffled, pressed my head into her chest and sighed. We drank and lef the subject behind. On Saturday night we went down to the club to show them the shows. We sat with the normal group in our booth when one of the girls came over to talk with Andy. Lisa was one of the can-can dancers and we all knew she was an escort on the side. Her client list read like a who's who of city politics. After a short talk with Lisa and Antony, Andy brought Lisa over to the table. "Don't be scared, just tell them everything." Lisa looked at us, but couldn't say a word, so Andy spoke. "Lisa has a problem. She is pregnant." No one spoke. "She knows who the father is. The problem is that she doesn't believe in abortion, but isn't ready to raise a child either." Andy took a drink and lit a cigarette. "I think we have solution here." Andy squeezed Lisa's shoulder and came over and took my hands. "Cindy, we could adopt her child and start a family." I didn't know what to say. Dad broke the silence. "We can get momma's lawyer friend to draw up the papers and make it official." Andy added, "Antony says he can get the father to agree to supporting Lisa through the pregnancy, so finances won't be a problem. After what we did," Andy squeezed my hands, "I guess a little blackmail for a good cause won't hurt. So what do you think?" I looked at everyone, "Yes, oh yes. A baby, I can't believe it." Momma took Lisa's hand, "Thank you and all will be fine. My daughter will be a great mother." Then she turned to Andy and me, "Bring Lisa up home next weekend and we'll make it official. And Cindy, we need to make a trip to the doctor's." I didn't know what she meant then, but the trip to the doctor's start me on a drug cocktail and pumping my breasts to encourage lactation. Shots of prolactin and progesterone, or something like that and a gift of breast pumps. Then a routine that included pumping twenty minutes six times a day or so and more drugs. Within six weeks I was bigger and starting to see a liquid. A few weeks later I was producing milk, not much, but milk. My breasts felt funny at first as they engorge. My nipple soreness was replaced by sensitivity and some of the firmness in my boobs left. Andy liked the bounce and softness. By the time Lisa had her baby and it came home I was able to produce a fair amount of milk. It was not enough to keep Mary happy all day, but we supplemented with formula. I found peace every time I felt my milk drop. I opened my blouse, unhooked my bra cup and held our daughter. I would lift her in my arms and she would coo and latch onto a nipple and begin to suckle. If he was home Andy would come over to the couch and put an arm around me and watch. He was a proud father. Mary would drain one breast and sometimes both. I would hand her to Andy, re-hook my bra and button up. I had to remember to pump if we went to dinner so I wouldn't leak, but the inconvenience was worth it. It was as close to fulfilling my role as I could come. I had added mother to my identities and nothing in my life aside from my marriage, felt as normal, right and good. Andy has joined the political ranks in a small way. We moved into the suburbs so our children will be in good schools. Yes children, we now have two daughters and a son. In fact, my story now told and my breasts feeling full, I have to get Andrew up for his morning feeding.