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Small Beginnings (Chapter 18)
They ran, hand in hand, through a shower of bird seed. In the back of
Ann's mind she laughed at the absurdity of the tradition. It was meant
to symbolize fertility, and that wasn't going to happen. She shielded
her face from the seeds with her bouquet. The driver opened the door of
the white limousine for her and Jack, and Jack helped her inside. He
climbed in after her and directly into her arms as the door closed
behind him. She kissed him deeply.
"Mrs. O'Donnell," Jack said.
She smiled as she kissed him lightly once more. "That has a really nice
ring to it." She looked down at her hand and admired her rings nested
together. Jack reached over and grabbed the champagne chilling in the
bottle, he poured two flutes and sat back handing her one. "To my
beautiful bride on her wedding day," he said and they clinked glasses.
Ann sat back in the seat and laughed out loud.
"What?" Jack asked, puzzled.
"I do believe," she said laughing again, "that I am actually giddy."
Jack smiled. "I think I like seeing you giddy, Mrs. O'Donnell."
She reached over and placed her hand on his crotch. "You sir, are going
to have a good time tonight."
The limo took them to the park along the river they'd chosen for
pictures. A party bus brought the rest of the wedding party. The
highlight for everyone was the wedding photo of the new family. Ann
held Alex on her hip in his tiny little tux. Jack had his arm around
her waist holding her to him, he held Tommy by the shoulder. Tommy
stood in front of them grinning wildly. He was having a grand time, and
was highly entertaining to the rest of the adults. Then the
photographer suggested a picture with just the boys and Ann. They went
to the nearby play ground and staged the photo with Ann seated on the
swing with Alex and Tommy pretending to push her.
Jack and Ann joined everyone on the party buss for the ride to the
reception. The partying had started among the wedding party as Ann
climbed aboard. Champagne flowed freely as they road along. Tommy and
Alex toasting with ginger ale laughed and enjoyed being included in the
adultes' game. The party arrived at the country club and the gang
clambered off the bus. Sounds of the celebration inside greeted them,
as they were led to a sitting room waiting to be announced. Ann stood
patiently as Dacia and Caroline bustled her train up to a more
manageable length. The boys were introduced first so they could
immediately begin eating their food. They sat with Katrina at the
family table. The wedding party was introduced and soon Ann and Jack
heard the music they'd chosen to be introduced to. It was their cue.
"And now for the first time in public, Mr. and Mrs. Jack O'Donnell!" the
DJ said as they rounded the corner and entered the hall with Ann on
Jack's arm her other hand holding her dress so she didn't step on it.
She felt like a princess. Caroline stepped out to take her bouquet as
Jack led them out to the dance floor. He placed his hand on her waist
and a thrill shot through her. She placed a hand on his shoulder and
placed the other in his as the piano chords of Adele's "Make You Feel My
Love." He pulled her close and began to sway as the lyrics began. Jack
was a good dancer and Ann followed him as they used more and more of the
dance floor as the music swelled. Jack dipped her with a flourish, and
pulled her back up to him. "I feel like a trophy wife," she whispered
as they danced.
"You are," Jack confirmed as he spun her around.
She held on to him closely, and continued to whisper in his ear, "You've
given me so much."
"Oh, baby," Jack started. "You've taught me so much about how to be a
man," he said, as he kissed her deeply.
They invited the wedding party to dance with them as the next song
they'd chosen began. Ironically, the next song they'd chosen was by
Cheryl Wheeler and perfectly matched Jack's feelings:
I must've been Gandhi or Buddha or someone like that, I must've saved
lives by the hundreds everywhere I went. I must've brought rest to the
restless, fed the hungry too, I must've done something great to get to
have you.
They sat down right after to begin dinner and toasts. Caroline stood up
to begin the Maid of Honor toast. "I promised myself I wouldn't cry."
She began. "All my life, I've seen my sister struggle. Then she met you
Jack. And she met your sons, and I saw her blossom. She became a
different person with your help." Caroline continued carefully treading
a line that was meaningful to those who knew yet didn't arouse suspicion
within Jack's entourage who were unaware. Not that Jack was embarrassed
by his wife, or his love for her. As he put it to Ann, it simply wasn't
anyone else's damn business what was under her skirts. He didn't ask
his friends about their wives. I was a lesson he'd taken from his
dealing with Jeanette.
The Best man got up to toast the happy couple. Jack's long-time best
friend, he'd been best man at his first wedding. Wisely, he
acknowledged it, but did not dwell on the tragedy. He focused instead
on the two boys, the fruits of the first marriage. Then he made a
hilarious turn teasing Jack for being unable to handle raising the boys
himself and praising Ann as a godsend for a hopelessly inept Jack. Like
most great jokes, the roast was an exaggeration of some truth.
In her wildest fantasies when she was a child, she was a bride. A
princess married to a tall handsome man. Now she was living it and she
kept having to remind herself this was happening. Before she knew it,
the DJ was gathering all the single ladies to the dance floor, and Ann
was ready to toss her bouquet. Cricket emerged from the scrum of silk
and satin with the bouquet, grinning at Ann. Next Ann blushed beat red
as the Best Man reached up her dress to remove her garter. Despite
being comfortable with being the center of attention this day, she
suddenly felt very self-conscious as she lifted her dress for the Best
man. Her gaff strained to maintain its tight control on her tuck as his
hand explored her thigh searching for the silk band. She squirmed in
glee and looked Jack in the eyes. He grinned as he recognized her
pleasurable discomfort, a knowing look shared by just to two of them.
The rest of the reception flew by, as Ann was in a haze of bliss.
Knowing Jack's sense of humor, Ann had insisted on a genteel cutting of
the cake, and Jack obliged. "Saving the games for later," he said as he
winked and gently fed her the cake. Hearing this Ann smashed her piece
right into his a very surprised face, delighting Tommy. Jack grinned
and wiped off his face. "I'll get you back for that," he promised and
Ann feeling the alcohol, "I sincerely hope so!" sending her bridesmaids
into laughter.
By 10:30, the party was winding down. Jack and Ann were saying their
goodbyes. Caroline, now Aunt Caroline took the boys to her hotel room,
she would be looking after them for the next two weeks. Alex had
tuckered out from dancing with every bridesmaid and a number of the
female guests hours ago and was found asleep under a table. Tommy was
trying to hold out but was facedown on a table when Katrina collected
him for Caroline. She brought them to Ann and Jack for their goodbyes.
Tommy ran over to Ann and hugged her tightly. "You are so pretty
today," he said groggily.
"And you were my handsome little man. Be good for Aunt Caroline," Ann
warned. "She's my sister, so she's a little crazy."
"OK," Tommy answered the joke going right over his head.
Jack hugged the boys and kissed Caroline on the cheek mouthing, "Thank
you," to not wake Alex. Turning to his bride he asked, "Well, my dear,
are you ready to leave."
"Any more and I might end up like Alex," Ann confessed.
"Well, we can't have that, let's get going."
Jack had reserved one night in one of the grandest hotels in the City.
The bridal party had taken care of the check-in and luggage. Packed for
a week in Bermuda, the bags were waiting for them and the flight the
next morning. Ann examined the overnight bag Katrina had prepared. Her
bridal nightgown, white heels she'd kicked off after the first dance,
and a huge tube a lube were inside. A note from Katrina on the bottle
read:
This is for your wedding night. It is more than three ounces so use it
all, because TSA won't allow the rest on the plane.
Love Mom.
Ann grinned and showed the note to Jack. "Good advice," he said, as he
loosened his tie.
"She's incorrigible."
"She's your mother!"
"MMMMhmmm," Ann agreed as she began undoing her dress. "You know,
Jack," she continued teasingly, "this dress took me a while to get in,
and I had a lot of help. This is going to take a while to get out of."
Jack came over, his shirt was open, and Ann twitched with anticipation.
He laid his hands on her shoulders and kissed her exposed neck. Then he
began to undo the delicate buttons. Ann could only melt into him. When
he'd finished, he held her dress as she stepped out of it. He turned
and gently placed it over a chair. He turned to see Ann standing before
him in her bridal lingerie. He looked her up and down and took her in
in total, admiring the small strand of pearls at her neck, then the
white lace scallops that held her breasts. The gentle rising and
falling of her breasts as she breathed. Jack had stopped breathing for
a moment. His eyes followed the graceful curves of her merrywidow the
flare of her hips. He continued down admiring the straps holing her
white lace stocking up, the glanced up at her sheer lacy panties. His
eyes roved down and Ann bashfully crossed her legs with a bent knee that
only served to make Jack's underwear feel incredibly tight. He admired
her calves and ankles, standing on her white satin pumps.
"Jack?" Ann asked hesitantly.
"I-" Jack was overcome. "Ann, I've never seen anyone so lovely."
Ann blushed. "I'll be just a moment," she said as she picked up her
nightgown from the bag. She knew Jack's eyes were following her so she
sashayed in her best fashion model imitation to the bathroom.
It took a moment for Jack to shake off his reverie. He got up and
stripped his clothes off waiting on the bed, wearing only his boxers.
Ann came out silhouetted by the light from the bathroom. She stood
there for a moment allowing Jack another opportunity to admire his
wife's body. She'd let her hair down and it cascaded over her shoulders
highlighting the thin white spaghetti straps. The white silk of the
gown draped over her breasts barely covering them. The gown fit tightly
over her tummy and the folds betrayed her excitement. Jack focused on
her excitement and it made him steely hard.
Ann stood in the doorway, admiring Jack for the ten thousandth time that
day. Her heart was racing. It was like the first time all over again.
She could feel the silk of her nightgown all over her body. For a brief
second, she recalled the feeling of first putting on a silk nightgown
when she was eleven. Every small breeze registered on her skin and
blowing silk teased her pookie. She walked over to the bed, kicked off
her heels and joined her husband. On all fours, she climbed over to
Jack and kissed him as she reached inside his boxers, making Jack shiver
with excitement.
They kissed and held each other. Jack stroking Ann through her
nightgown driving her wild. "I need you," she breathed. Jack reached
over for a condom, and Ann held his hand. Gazing into his eyes, "The
man I married," was all she needed to say, to remind him.
She climbed on top of him as he laid back on the bed. She hitched up
her night gown and straddled him allowing it to cascade like water over
his chest. Ann could feel Jack's penis, and it felt like the tip was
touched her back. She leaned forward and aimed him at her hole and sat
back.
Jack's hot skin touched hers. He slid into her well prepared pussy
with practiced ease. Ann and Jack sighed and moaned in unison as the
most intimate connection between them was made. Ann leaned down and
kissed Jack then sat up and flipped her hair back behind her. He was
fully inside her now and she took control and rode him to his full. She
could feel him swell inside her and them throbbing as he shot his load
inside and filled her up. At some point she'd spurted all over her
nightgown, but she didn't care. Jack had cum inside her. She was his
wife, and he'd cum inside her. She was a woman and this journey was
complete.
The End
Thanks to everyone who hung in there while I finally completed this
story. I had no idea when I started this it would end up here.
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