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Subject: {ASSM} For Souvie--DoaL 125 (excerpt) (MF rom)
Date: Fri, 29 Aug 2003 04:10:03 -0400
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Nobody told me about Souvie's little wedding gift until yesterday (when Girl
Friday implored me to finish editing "Reunion" so she could post it <G>.)
So, I didn't have time to get in on it, officially.

But I wanted to add my congratulations and best wishes. So, for Souvie and
John, I present an exceprt (the important part <G>) of "Dance of a Lifetime"
chapter 125.

The song quoted within is copyright 1980 by Lenono Music.

DoaL 125
The Big Payoff
by Frank Downey

Warren and Crash, his best man, got into their tuxes, laughing and joking
the whole time. "I feel so unnatural wearing this thing," Warren said.

"Yeah, but there's that whole 'James Bond' thing," Crash laughed. "Besides
which, you think you feel unnatural? Imagine Sophie. Wedding dresses all
weigh a thousand pounds."

"Too true." When they were all done up, they went down to the lobby. It was
about quarter of ten. The wedding was due to start at eleven. They were
there, chatting, greeting guests as they came in, or downstairs from their
rooms. Warren's gaggle of ushers were all there, seating people.

Warren and Crash found a quiet corner.

Just then-it was about a quarter past ten-Jessie and Liz rounded the corner
to where Warren and Crash were standing. "Hey!" Warren said, seeing them in
their lavender bridesmaid's dresses. "You two look fabulous!"

"You guys don't look too bad yourself," Liz grinned.

"I agree," Jess said. "Listen, Warren, I need your help with something. Come
with me. Liz will entertain Jay."

"OK," Warren said, following Jess.  They walked for a bit. "Where are you
taking me, Jess?"

"Just shut up." Jess came to a stop at the end of a corridor and peered
around the corner. "Good. Coast is clear. Come on!" She grabbed Warren's
hand and pulled him down the corridor, stopping at a door. She opened the
door, pushed Warren in, and said, "Lock it behind you!" Then she closed it,
leaving Warren on the other side in a large room. He locked the door and
looked around.

"What is going on here?" he asked.

And then he saw her, as she emerged from an alcove on the other side of the
room.

She was wearing white ("Screw it," she had said, and Warren had agreed). It
was a short-sleeve dress. The neckline was low, revealing a nice spot of
cleavage. The sleeves were lacy, and the bodice had lace and pearls
intertwined into it. It had a high waist, and a full skirt with a bit of a
train. She was wearing a headdress over her curled hair. She grinned at him,
her eyes sparkling.

"God. You take my breath away," he said.

"Me? What about you, handsome?" she said, walking up to him.

"Isn't this bad luck, seeing you beforehand?"

"Oh, to hell with that," she said. "You are here for a reason." She took off
the coat to his tux and hung it up. "I want to make my deepest, darkest
fantasy come true."

"We're not in Fenway Park, Pookie," he grinned.

"Not that one. This one I've never told you about, because it had to wait
until today." She walked over to a table in the room, and hoisted herself
up, sitting on it. "I want you to make love to me in my wedding dress."

"That could wait until afterwards, you know," Warren grinned.

"No way. I want to have you in me when I walk down the aisle," Sophia said
with a twinkle.

Warren laughed, and put his hands on her waist as she sat on the table. "Oh,
are you nasty!"

"You know it." She reached down and started gathering the skirts of her
dress. "Fuck your bride, Warren."

He laughed, and his hands started moving up her legs, underneath her dress.
"Most guys get the wedding night. I get the wedding morning." His hands came
to a stop at her hips. "You're not wearing panties?"

"Nope," she grinned.

"You going to put some on afterwards?"

"Nope!"

"So you're going to walk down the aisle with cum dripping down your legs."

"That's the idea," she giggled. "Hey, the dress is floor-length." She was
undoing the buckle on his belt as she was saying this. "I have been dreaming
about this for weeks," she giggled, going for the snap on his pants. "You
won't even need any foreplay, because I'm soaked." She giggled. "And you
can't kiss me, that'd ruin my makeup."

"You're a nut." She had his pants down my now, and they both worked to
gather her dress out of the way. He reached over and ran his finger up and
down her pussy. She wasn't lying-she was drenched. "Oh, you were looking
forward to this, weren't you?" Warren laughed.

"Uh-huh," she beamed at him. "Put it in me, husband-to-be." He did, sliding
slow and deep into her. "Oh GOD that's good!" she moaned.

"I'm glad you thought of this, Pookie," he said to her.

"So am I, Snugglebear," she giggled. She wrapped her arms around his neck.
He had his hands on her hips, underneath the dress. He started moving in and
out of her, slowly and deliberately. The skirt of the dress cascaded around
their joined bodies.

"Oh GOD," Sophia moaned, trying not to make too much noise as her arousal
increased. Warren slowly plunged his cock in and out of her hot, wet
passage. She was really into this. "Oh, God, honey...", she panted.

"Are you gonna cum?" he growled in her ear.

"Oh, yeah," she moaned. "Almost...oh fuck....." He started moving faster in
and out of her.

"Cum in your wedding dress, Pookie," he told her. "I want to see you cum."

"Oh Warren!" she panted, and he felt her stiffen all around him. He saw the
fabric of her dress shift as her stomach tightened, and then he felt her
pussy contract around his dick. He also saw the start of a wail, and quickly
kissed her to muffle the sound. He stopped for a bit as she came back down.
She dreamily smiled at him, and then he started moving in and out of her
again, slowly.

"You didn't?" she said.

"You'd been thinking of this all morning, you had an arousal head start," he
teased.

"GOOD!" She leaned back, so, instead of sitting on the table, she was lying
on it, her legs still hanging off. She gathered the skirts of her dress up
to her waist, to keep them out of the way in her new position. Warren looked
down, and saw, for the first time, the white stockings and garter belt
surrounding her pussy. Her legs were spread, his cock buried in her. The
skirts of her dress were surrounding her torso, and she had a beatific smile
on her face. However, with her lying on the table, Warren needed a better
angle. He grabbed her thighs, right above the back of her knee, and lifted
her legs up while spreading them further. He plunged back into her.

"OH SHIT!" Sophie howled. "Oh, God, that hits just right!" Warren grinned,
and started pounding in and out of her. Her hands clutched the skirts of her
dress, and her head was thrashing wildly back and forth on the table. She
was squeaking every time he hit bottom. Warren hoped that Jess was keeping
the coast clear, because anyone standing outside of that door was going to
hear Sophie!

"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" she moaned, as Warren plunged his dick deep into her
sopping wet hole. "Oh God YES!" She was pounding back at him with every
stroke, somehow, despite not having much leverage. "AYIEEEE! AYIEEE! AYIEEE!
Oh shit CUMMMMINNNNGGGGG!!!" she howled, as her back bowed over the table
and she drove her pussy into his crotch. He kept plowing through her orgasm,
and the poured his essence into her with a mighty grunt.

She caught her breath, then looked up at him. "You stud," she grinned.

"Cumslut."

"Oh, I like that one," she grinned wider. He held out his hands to her, she
took them with hers, and he pulled her back up into a sitting position.

"Now, now. No kissing, remember," she teased.

"I think Jess is going to have to touch up that makeup anyhow," Warren
laughed.

"Oh, GOD. That was fantastic. I feel so naughty!"

"You are naughty."

"Yes, I am. Oh, I'm going to have reminders of this dripping down my leg all
day," she moaned. "Now, I had a tissue around here." She found it, and
proceeded to clean of his cock, and pull his pants and underwear back up.
"And I had a couple tissues in here, too, so I wouldn't soak through when I
squirted," she grinned, pulling a bunch of folded tissues out of her bra.
Warren cracked up. "Now go. And don't forget your coat. I have to march down
the aisle in twenty minutes, and I need Jess to help me put myself back
together."

"OK," I grinned and grabbed my coat. "See you at the end of the aisle, Mrs.
Kelleher."

"I can't wait, Mr. Kelleher," she grinned. "Knock on the door softly. Jess
will open it when the coast is clear." Warren did, and Jess opened it.

"Nice going, Prep Stud," she said with a shit-eating grin. "Now, vamoose."

"Thanks, Jess," he grinned. Then he disappeared.

He went back to where he had been before, and found Crash and Liz cuddled up
on a couch. "Hey," Crash said. "What took so long? I thought you were going
to be late for your own wedding! What did Jess need help with, anyway?"

"Jess didn't," I said softly, grinning. "Sophie did."

Crash just looked puzzled, but Liz twigged onto it in a few seconds. "Oh,
you didn't. You DID!"

"Did what?" Crash said.

"Fucked the daylights out of my bride-to-be in her wedding dress," I
whispered.

"Oh, that's so bad!" Liz giggled.

"And she's not wearing panties," I added. Liz's eyes went completely wide,
while Crash stifled a guffaw. "Only Jess knows-she was obviously in on it-so
keep it under your hat."

"Sure," Liz giggled, "and Sophie's keeping it under her dress!"


Ten minutes later, Warren was standing at the end of the aisle, Crash beside
him, waiting for the wedding procession. "You ready for that ol' Ball and
Chain?" Crash teased.

"If she's a ball and chain, I'll take it," Warren said.

"Good answer."

The attendants came down first. Sophie's brother Eric came down the aisle
with Kristin on his arm. Next came Warren's brother Ryan, and Sophie's
sister Tara. Warren's cousin Pete escorted Meggan Carruthers down the aisle,
followed by Rick Kenney, Warren's neighbor, and Karen Laskovich.

Next came Kate on the arm of Evan Pogdar. Kate noticeably blushed at the big
grin she got from Chad as she walked past him on the aisle-obviously  he
hadn't seen her in the low-cut clingy bridesmaid's dress before this! Jack
Garrison escorted Liz, who gave Crash a little wink as she passed by him.
Papa Bear and Caitlin came afterwards.

Then there were the flower girls, Sophie's younger sisters Katrina and
Brianna. They were adorable. Then Jessie came down the aisle, grinning.

The string quartet started playing the music they had chosen for the
processional-Bach's "Air on the G String." And then, on the arms of both her
parents, there she was.

Warren's first thought was that she still took his breath away, even though
he had already seen her in the dress. His second thought was that Jess had
done a fine job helping her re-fix herself. His third thought-with a chuckle
to himself-was that he knew that all brides glow as they walk down the
aisle, but not quite this much of a glow! And his fourth thought was about
what was happening to her thighs underneath her dress. That one he forcibly
shoved out of his mind-the last thing he needed was to get a hard-on in
these snug tuxedo pants!

Then, as she kept coming down the aisle, the only thought was of how much he
loved her, and how damn lucky he was that she was going to be his, forever.

She got to the end of the aisle, two small suns shining at him from her
eyes. Ellen and Brian were beaming as well, as they took her hand and placed
it into Warren's. They gazed into each others' eyes for a minute, before
turning towards the Justice of the Peace. But, as they did, Warren, in an
evil moment, just couldn't resist. He leaned right into Sophie's ear and
whispered "Sploosh. Sploosh. Drip. Drip."

Sophie gaped at him and then burst out with laughter. Everyone there giggled
at her laughter. Nobody knew what Warren had said-though Liz, Crash, and
Jessie had a good guess-but they were all giggling at her obvious delight.
Even the officiant grinned. "Well, now, isn't it nice to marry two people
who are so happy to be here!"

He began the ceremony in the traditional manner, and then got to the vows.
Warren and Sophia had chosen to write their own vows. They turned to each
other, holding hands. Sophia went first.

She said, "You pulled me out of the wilderness. You showed me the best part
of myself, and gave me the best part of you. Without you, I'm half a person.
With you, I'm everything I could ever be. You own my heart, my soul, my
love, my life; and I pledge these things to you for all time. I love you."

Warren sniffled, and said softly, "I knew I should have gone first," earning
a chuckle from everyone, Sophia most of all. Warren took a breath, and then
spoke.

"You are my heart, you are my soul. You are my partner, you are my lover,
you are my best friend. You are the best thing in my life, and you bring out
the best part of me. You complete me, in every way possible. You are all
I've ever wanted. I love you with everything inside me, and I promise that I
will love you forever."

Sophia sniffled and gave him a watery smile.

Crash managed to not lose the rings, to everyone's relief.

Then, it was over. Finally. The Justice of the Peace said, "I now pronounce
you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride."

They turned to each other, grinning in delight, and Warren kissed his bride.
Boy did he kiss his bride! They held the kiss for so long that their friends
started whooping and hollering. They sheepishly broke the kiss at that, but
couldn't stop grinning at each other. Finally, the officiant turned them
towards their friends and said, "May I introduce to you Mr. and Mrs. Warren
and Sophia Kelleher!" The audience cheered and clapped, as they held their
intertwined hands above their heads. Then the quartet started playing the
recessional-more Bach; "Jesu Joy of Man's Desiring" this time.

"I love you, Mrs. Kelleher," Warren said to her as they walked back down the
aisle.

"I love you, too, Mr. Kelleher."

As they walked by Peg, Betsy-in her arms-yelled out "Mama!"

"There's a nice exclamation point," Warren said.

"Damn right."


The wedding party had to go take pictures for a while, while the rest of the
guests filed into the tent for the reception. People drank and chatted,
waiting for the wedding party. Then, finally, they were ready. The parents
of the bride and groom, and Betsy, and all the attendants were introduced.
Then, finally, Warren and Sophia were introduced to raucous applause. They
walked in, hand-in-hand, grinning from ear to ear.

"Folks, please remain standing while Warren and Sophia have their first
dance. Well, their first dance as husband and wife. I understand they've
been dancing quite successfully for a while now." Everyone chuckled at that
one.

"Usually, I'd say 'the bride and groom have picked such and such for their
first dance.' However, this time, the bride doesn't know what's coming. This
is a surprise, from Warren to Sophia. Warren has chosen the version done by
Mary Chapin Carpenter, of a song written by John Lennon."

Warren took Sophie in his arms, as the music started. She recognized it
instantly. She looked up at Warren with a brilliant smile and watery eyes,
and said, "Perfect. Just perfect." She leaned her head onto his shoulder,
and they danced.

Grow old along with me
The best is yet to be
When our time has come
We will be as one
God bless our love
God bless our love

Grow old along with me
Two branches of one tree
Face the setting sun
When the day is done
God bless our love
God bless our love

Spending our lives together
Man and wife together
World without end
World without end

Grow old along with me
Whatever fate decrees
We will see it through
For our love is true
God bless our love
God bless our love

By the time the dance had ended, both Warren and Sophia-and most of the
people there-were trying, very unsuccessfully, to hold back tears. "You
never let me down. Even with something like this," Sophia managed to
sniffle.

"Now, I'd like to ask the rest of the wedding party to join Warren and
Sophia on the dance floor." They did, to-appropriately enough-"Don't Forget
To Dance" by the Kinks.

"Now, I'd like everyone to leave the dance floor except for Sophia. And I'd
like to ask her father, Brian Daniels, to join her." Sophia beamed as her
father met her on the dance floor. "This must be the Stump The Bride
wedding, because this is another surprise for Sophia." Everyone, especially
Sophie, laughed at that. "Brian has chosen a song made famous by Frank
Sinatra, but he's chosen a special guest vocalist to sing it."

Sophia looked quizzically at her father, who just grinned at her. Then the
music started. It was "Just the Way You Look Tonight."

"Damn good choice, Dad," Sophie grinned.

Then the vocals kicked in, and Sophia immediately recognized the voice. She
looked towards the DJ's stand with a start, and saw Warren, singing the song
into a microphone.

"Oh, man," Sophia beamed at her father. "Between the two of you...." She was
feeling weepy again. "This is the perfect wedding already."

"I knew I wanted to use this song," Brian told her, "and, then, at that
barbecue at Warren's parents' house, I saw him singing this very song, and
dancing to it, with Betsy. I got a brainstorm."

"It's perfect. Everything's perfect." Warren made his way out to the edge of
the dance floor, and sang the song right to Sophie as she danced with her
father. She was beaming at her father, beaming at Warren, deliriously happy.
When the song ended, she hugged her father, then hugged Warren.

Peg then came up on the dance floor and danced "In My Life" with Warren.

Warren then joined his bride at the head table. All the folks there, of
course, went nuts with that "clink the glasses until the bride and groom
kiss" thing. Warren and Sophia didn't mind at all.

They started serving the food, and the DJ went over to the head table. "Can
we all stand, please, for the toast to the bride and groom from the best
man, Jason Kowalski."

Crash took the microphone and grinned. "Boy, have I got some stories for you
guys! But I suppose this is a family wedding, right?" Nobody laughed harder
than Warren and Sophia-knowing that Crash could tell some stories!
"Seriously. I've known Warren since the very beginning of our freshman year
in high school. I met Sophia in February of that year. She was laid up in
bed with broken ribs. The girl I was dating at the time and I had made plans
to spend a Friday night with Warren. Warren asked us if we minded going to
this friend of his' house, who was hurt and needed cheering up. Of course,
we accepted."

"So, that's the night I first met Sophia. Now, you have to understand,
Warren and Sophie weren't going out then. They were just friends. But, I
need to tell you, I just knew. I knew right away. It took another week or so
for them to figure it out. I knew before they did," he said to laughter.
"But I knew. The girl I was with did, too. Sometimes, it's just obvious."

"People talk about soulmates. People talk about people who were meant to be
together. If that isn't Warren and Sophia, I don't know who it is. They've
stuck with each other through a lot of hellish stuff-and it's only made them
stronger. This, folks, is love, real and true and everlasting. It makes me
unbelievably jealous," he grinned to laughter.

"So," he raised his glass, "to Warren and Sophia. May you always make each
other deliriously happy. Na zdarovye." Warren and Sophia were only too happy
to drink to that.

They ate-interrupted numerous times by glasses tinkling. After dinner, the
DJ, at their request, played a selection of big band music. Even in a
wedding dress, Sophia could cut a rug.

Crash was dancing with Liz, but was nice enough to dance one dance with
Jessie. Warren danced one with Jessie, while Crash danced with Sophie. And
then Sophie danced with Jessie. Warren laughed and took his sister Kristin
for a twirl. Kristin happily accepted, then went back to dancing with Tom.

Then it was time to cut the cake. The DJ put "Two Hearts" by Springsteen on,
and they fed each other their wedding cake-chocolate, of course, since they
were both confirmed chocoholics.

After that, the dancing started up again. As a lot of the couples-and
budding couples-danced together, Jessie was sitting at a table, chatting.
Evan Pogdar saw her sitting there. Evan was astute as always-and he knew
about the whole Jessie-Warren-Sophie thing, and about Jessie's breakup with
Crash. He saw Crash cutting a rug with Liz, and put two and two together.
Jessie was putting on a brave face, but she had to feel a bit at loose ends.

"Jess," he said to her, "I need a dance partner for the afternoon. Would
you?"

"I'd love to, Ev," she grinned at him.

They danced for a couple of songs, and then Jess said, "Thank you."

"You're welcome." He hesitated, and then said it. "I know the whole thing,
you know. Warren and Sophie told me on tour. And now I see Crash with Liz,
and Warren and Sophie are understandably wrapped up in one another. You had
to feel left out."

"Ev, thanks. It means a lot," she grinned at him. "You're sweet. Why the
hell can't you be straight?" she laughed.

"Sorry."

"That's fine. You're good company and you can dance."

"You sound like Shawna," he smiled.

"How come you're not dancing with her?"

"Shawna is adamant about confining her dancing to frozen surfaces," he
laughed. "She'd rather sit and gab. She's over there with Jack Garrison and
Chris Arsenault."

After cutting a serious rug, Warren and Sophia made the rounds of the room,
greeting all their guests. Crash and Liz, when they came off the dance
floor-which wasn't often-were cuddling in a corner. Cait was busy showing
her engagement ring off. Kate and Chad were alternating between dancing and
holding court at a table. Warren walked over to his parents' table and
grinned at seeing Kristin happily sitting in Tom's lap. And good ol' Evan
was taking good care of Jessie.

At one point, Crash asked his best friend's sister for a dance.

"So," Kristin said with a grin, "you and Liz, huh?"

"So," Crash grinned back, "you and that Tom guy, huh?"

"We're in the same boat, you know." He looked at her. "Long distance. Longer
for you than me."

"Yeah. Doesn't it suck?"

"Yeah. I hope we can work it out, Tom and I."

"Me, too. Liz is great."

Warren was dancing with Sophie's stepsister Kate, and Sophie was at the
table with Jess and Liz.

 "Hey, I meant to ask you," Jessie said to Sophia. "Are you changing your
name?"

"Yes," Sophia smiled. "Very old-fashioned, especially for me, but I decided
I wanted to."

"What about professionally?" Liz asked.

"That, too," Sophia grinned. "We're Kelleher and Kelleher, now."

"So," Jessie said, leaning in conspiratorially and lowering her voice,
"how's the cum on your thighs?"

Sophia broke out laughing. "Oh, walking down the aisle I could feel it
dripping! It was so naughty and delicious and fantastic. And then I get up
to the end of the aisle and Warren starts whispering 'drip drip' in my ear!"

"I figured it was something like that, when you cracked up," Liz said.

"Girls," Sophia said, "if you ever get married, have your groom shoot you
with his spunk beforehand. It's an experience not to be missed. I can still
feel it sloshing around in there. He came a ton. It's like I've been
carrying around a little piece of him inside me all day."

"A whole bunch of little pieces," Liz laughed.


After a bit, Sophie went off to the ladies' room, telling Warren she'd be
right back.

She came back out after a few minutes, and told Warren, "We have to do the
bouquet and garter thing soon."

"Yup," Warren said, and then stopped. "Wait a minute. Isn't the garter a wee
bit, well, soiled?"

"No," she giggled. "I had it stashed. I just put it on just now in the
bathroom. It had dried up there, so I washed some of it off, and put the
garter on. It's fine.

"Good," Warren grinned.

They gathered all of the single girls and Sophie threw the bouquet. Caitlin
really wanted it-since her and Papa Bear most likely would be the next to
get married-but she didn't get it. Kristin did. She was delighted.

Warren reached down and slipped the garter off of Sophie's leg. She gave
him, and only him, a quick look at her uncovered pussy. It was still wet!
Warren desperately willed away his budding erection.

"You'd better make sure Tom gets that thing, or Kristin's gonna be crushed,"
Sophia teased him.

"Hey, I just throw it. They catch it." He leaned in and whispered to her.
"Well, now I'm very glad you didn't have this under your leaking pussy all
day-considering it's about to go on my sister!" Sophia laughed so hard she
almost fell over.

When all the single guys were gathered, Warren turned his back to them, and
flung the garter over his shoulder. He didn't aim, not at all. Tom was just
more enthusiastic about catching it, that's all. In point of fact, he dove.

Kristin sat down in a chair on the dance floor, clearly pleased Tom had
caught the garter. However, it didn't seem to quite hit her until Tom was
kneeling down in front of her exactly where that garter was headed! She
looked up at Tom with a strange mixture of anticipation and apprehension.

"Don't worry," Tom whispered, "I won't go too high."

Summoning every bit of bravado she could muster, Kris told him, "You can go
as high as you'd like."

Tom grinned at her-but he was a gentleman. He didn't go too high, just about
halfway up her thigh. He didn't, however, seem in all that much of a hurry
to take his hand away from halfway up her thigh. For her part, Kristin
didn't seem to mind at all, except for the inevitable creeping blush. Sophie
and Warren, catching all this, grinned at each other.

The party went on, raucous and fun, after that. At about 5:30, Sophia
plucked Betsy out of Ellen's hands and took her into a quiet corner to feed
her. Ellen would be taking Betsy for the night, and Sophia had pumped enough
to get them through the night, but she wanted to make sure.

The reception was scheduled to end at six. At quarter of, Warren took the
microphone from the DJ. "Hey, folks. Sophie and I want to thank you all for
coming. We hope you all had a good time. For those of you staying here
overnight, there's some smaller parties and get-togethers planned. And
tomorrow we have the hall in the resort reserved for brunch. We'll see you
all there tomorrow morning. But as for now, Sophie and I have a date." He
bent down, grabbed Sophie from behind the back and knees, and lifted her in
the air. She squealed in surprise and delight, and wrapped her arms around
his neck. "We have a date with a threshold." Warren started out of the tent
and towards the building, still carrying a squealing and giggling Sophia.

"You're going to carry her all the way to your room?" Jess asked, amazed.

"Easily. You forget. I'm used to lugging her around while wearing ice
skates!" Jess and Sophie both giggled, and Warren carried Sophie out.

The lobby had people in it-guests not with the wedding and patrons of the
restaurant. All of them smiled at the sight of the happy groom carrying the
giggling bride across the lobby and into the elevator.

Warren did make it all the way to the room. With a little twinge in his
back, true, but it was worth it to see the delight on Sophie's face. He
carried her over the threshold and gently set her down on the bed.

"I love you, Mrs. Kelleher."

"I love you too, Mr. Kelleher." They lay on the bed for a while, just
cuddling and kissing. Then Sophie sat up. "Undo me?" she asked. Warren undid
the zipper in the back of her dress. "Thank you. Now I need to go take a
shower."

"Want company?"

"Nope. You stay here. Relax, watch TV. I have a surprise for you."

"OK."

She smiled and headed for the bathroom. Jess had slipped a bag for her in
there earlier.

Warren got out of his tux and reclined on the bed in his boxers. He watched
TV for a while, listening to the shower run, hearing it stop. The bathroom
door opened up a crack. Sophie's head peeked out.

"Snugglebear?"

"Yes, Pookie?"

"This isn't the same exact one. I've grown some since then. But it is an
exact replica. I took me forever to find it," she giggled.

"What are you talking about?"

In response, she opened the bathroom door all the way and stepped out.

Warren's breath caught in his throat.

There she was, wearing-she was right-an exact copy of the pink babydoll
nightie and lacy pink panties that she had worn on their very first night in
bed together, over six years before.

Warren sucked in a breath. "Sophie, you're a goddess. You were a goddess
then, and you're a goddess now."

She walked over to the bed and crawled on top of him. "Don't tell me. Show
me."

Warren put his hand on the back of her head and pulled her lips down into
his. He wrapped his fingers in her long hair as their tongues danced. His
other hand slipped under the nightie, and his thumb found her nipple and
stroked it. She moaned low into his mouth.

He turned them, so they were side-by-side, as he fondled her boob and
nibbled on her lip. She felt a pressure from his leg between hers and spread
hers so that he could bring his thigh up to her groin, pressing it into her
as he kissed and fondled her. She let out a gasping groan.

Without breaking their kiss, Warren slipped Sophie's panties off. She
returned the favor with his boxers. She went to slip her nightie off but
Warren wordlessly grabbed her hands and stopped her. Pulling her close, he
deepened the kiss and slipped his hard cock between her legs. She gasped as
his shaft slipped along her slick labia, making contact with her clit.
Warren slid his cock gently between her legs, spreading her wetness over him
and dragging his cock over her clit as he moved. Sophie plunged her tongue
deep within his mouth as she ground her breasts into his chest through the
nightie.

Warren reached out and pulled her top leg up and over his hip, then reached
down to take hold of his slick cock, pressing it with his hand against her
clit. "AAAANNNGGGGHHHH!" Sophie cried out as Warren kept a steady pressure
on her swollen button, making sure to keep her moisture spread on his dick.
"AHH! AHH! AHH! Oh JESUS Warren!!!"

As he felt her begin to approach her climax, he suddenly shifted his angle
and drove his cock right into her. Sophie let out a careening wail. When the
screams didn't let up, Warren pulled her mouth onto his, trying to keep her
from alerting the entire hotel-not to mention all of Cape Cod. Sophie just
screamed into his mouth.

The waves of pleasure radiated outward from her pussy and exploded in her
gut. She just rode them, as Warren plunged into her, grinding his pelvis
into her pussy and clit on every downstroke.

After a bit, Sophie was trembling from head to toe and her eyes were rolling
back into her head. Warren slipped out of her while she desperately tried to
catch her breath. Without really realizing what he was doing, Sophie allowed
Warren to flip her over so that her back was now up against his front. She
was still shuddering and gasping for air-when she felt the head of his
still-slick cock start to penetrate her anus.

"OH GOD YES!" she yelled. "FUCK MY ASS! FUCK MY ASS, WARREN! OH GOD!" Warren
drove his cock deep into her ass, while he moved his hand in front of her to
diddle her pussy. She started spasming again almost immediately, and didn't
stop. Her ass muscles clenched hard onto his dick. Warren had good stamina,
but not that good. After a couple minutes, he grunted, plunged all the way
into her, and poured his seed deep into her ass.

Afterwards, they stayed curled up with one another, even after Warren went
soft and slipped out of Sophie's ass. Sophie was still wheezing and gasping,
trying to breathe. Warren wasn't much better.

After a couple of minutes, Warren said, "Damn, I hope this room is
soundproofed."

Sophie chuckled lazily, and said, "If that's what married sex is like, I'll
take it!"

"Good," Warren laughed.

"Where did you come up with that thing? You know, rubbing your dick up
against my clittie like that? Where did that one come from? My GOD!"

Warren laughed. "Well, I just slipped it between your legs, you know, just
to get you worked up. But I saw your reaction and just kept going. I was
winging it."

"Ooooh, you keep winging it!"

"You know, about six years ago, a very wise girl-wearing a nightie
remarkably like this one-gave me some very good advice. She told me to go on
instinct."

"She was very wise, wasn't she?" Sophie giggled. "So, husband of mine, what
do your instincts say you should do next?"

"Well, my instincts say I should go in the bathroom and give Mister Happy a
little wash. We don't know where he's been. Actually, we do know where he's
been, that's the trouble." Sophia laughed out loud as Warren got up and went
in the bathroom. He was back out in a flash. He walked over to the bed, and
settled himself in the opposite direction from Sophia, with his head down
near her legs. Just to make the hint explicit, he sang a bastardized version
of an old Brian Adams song: "It's the position of 69." Sophie giggled, then
turned herself over and straddled him.

As she lowered her pussy into his face, Warren breathed deeply through his
nose and then let out a theatrical, "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

"You goof!"

"What, I can't enjoy inhaling the perfume of my wife's essence?"

"It might be more effective if you inhaled your wife's clittie."

"OK," Warren said, and abruptly sucked Sophie's clit right between his lips.
Sophie yelped. Warren released her clit with a chuckle, and then went to
work her up properly, running his tongue all up and down her pussy, dragging
it in between her inner and outer labia, probing it into her opening.

Sophia sighed, then engulfed his cock into her mouth. She ran her tongue up
and down the shaft, then curled it around the head. Her lips moved up and
down his shaft as she nudged the head with her tongue into the roof of her
mouth.

Meanwhile, Warren had moved back to her clit. He sucked it between his lips.
He enjoyed the sensation of his wife's weight settled on top of him, and he
could feel her rapid breathing vibrating in both their torsos. Her erect
nipples were drilling a hole in his stomach. He reached his hands up and
cupped her ass as he sucked on her clit.

She hadn't come completely down to earth from her previous climaxes, so it
didn't take much for her to work right back up again. Her labia became
reddened and engorged, and her clit swelled in Warren's mouth. And, as she
started to reach her peak, she plunged her mouth right down on Warren's
cock, and screamed. With her on top of him like that, when she came, Warren
felt everything. Her buttocks clenched under his hands. Her stomach muscles
spasmed on his chest. Her breasts leaked and squirted all over him.  And,
most of all, he felt the vibrations of her scream radiating from her throat
and into her mouth, around his cock. Warren had already cum once, he didn't
think he was close. He was wrong. It came upon him in an instant, and,
before he even realized it, he was pumping his cock into Sophia's mouth and
shooting straight down her gullet. She swallowed it all, screamed harder,
and kept cumming.

Afterwards, Sophie didn't have the strength to do anything, so she just
stayed where she was, on top of Warren. Warren didn't mind. Her pussy
enveloped his face. His shrinking cock nudged her cheek.

After a minute, she sighed and said, "That was quick for you." She giggled.
"It took me by surprise."

"It took me by surprise!" Warren admitted. "That one snuck up on me."

"I'm sneaky like that," Sophia giggled. She sighed again, and rolled off
him. She rubbed the pillow beside her in invitation, and Warren turned
himself around and snuggled next to her.

"You know what?" Sophia said after a moment. "I'm hungry!"

"Well, you know, working off all those calories," Warren laughed. "I'm
hungry, too. Hey, this is a ritzy place. They've got room service."

"Good idea."

They found the menu, and looked through it. "Very elegant. Very expensive,"
Sophia giggled.

"Hey, it's our wedding night. If we can't splurge tonight, right?"

"Good point," Sophia laughed. "Look at this. Caviar. I want caviar."

"Shrimp cocktail."

"Lobster Newburg."

"And champagne. We've got to have champagne," Warren said.

"We have it. It's over in the other room." They were in a two-room suite.
"It's on ice.  Jessie put it in earlier. It's a good thing, since they might
have checked your ID," she giggled.

"Yeah. Don't you love it? I'm a world champion athlete with a wife and a
daughter and I can't legally buy a bottle of champagne to celebrate my
wedding night. Who makes the laws in this country?" Warren grumbled.

"Don't worry. I got it covered.  One of the advantages of marrying an older
woman," she teased.

"Nine months. You've been lording your nine-month head start over me since
we first went out," Warren mock-grumbled. Sophia hit him with a pillow,
laughing.

They went through and ordered a bunch of really expensive stuff, and Sophia
called down with the order. They cuddled for a while, and, shortly, there
was a knock on the door.

"There's our food, Snugglebear," Sophia said. She got up to go answer the
door.

Nude. "Aren't you going to throw a robe on?" Warren asked.

"Nope," Sophie said with a twinkle in her eye. She went and opened the
door-and the poor kid, who wasn't a day over 18, was completely flustered at
seeing this gorgeous, very naked young woman opening the door.

"Hi!" she chirped.

"Hi. Uh, room service?" the kid gulped.

"Come on in! You can put it right over there. Snugglebear, got any money?"

"In my wallet. Over on the dresser," Warren told her, bemused.

Sophie retrieved some money from Warren's wallet and handed it over to the
blushing waiter. "Here you go. Thank you very much."

The kid looked at the generous tip-and the other tip, the free show,
standing in front of him-and blurted, "Thank you!" He backed his way out of
the room, blushing and staring the whole time.

When he had laughed, Warren burst out laughing. "I should marry you every
day, Pookie, it brings out your naughty side." He shook his head. "That poor
kid. He's probably on his way to the rest room to relieve himself."

"You think?" Sophie said impishly.

"You're so bad," Warren laughed. "Come here. Let's gorge ourselves on caviar
and champagne. I need to regain my strength if I'm going to fuck your brains
out again."

"Oooh, now there's a plan!"

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