Wedding Night
He used to think that I couldn’t possibly get any more beautiful. That was until He saw me on our wedding day. I must admit I looked immaculate as I walked down the aisle towards my childhood sweetheart. Lord knows I’m far from a virgin but still I wore the whitest Vivienne Westwood dress I could find! When I reached the altar I could feel Him undressing me with His eyes as I recited my vows before the Priest and a congregation of family and friends. My new husband kissed me hungrily as spectators cheered and cried tears of joy.
By the wedding reception I was roasting. He asked me how it felt to be Mrs Marshall. I beamed and replied “unbelievable”. He smiled back and kissed me on the cheek. The contact made my wedding night panties moist. I knew He was thinking what I was thinking when I glanced down and saw the bulge in His tuxedo trousers. He caught me staring and biting my lip anxiously. We had to sneak away from the congratulators and well-wishers and in to the room my maid of honour had cleared for me to change dresses in. As soon as the coast was clear we locked the room and indulged in guilty pleasures the way that only married women should-straight freaky!
Almost an hour had passed before there was a knock on the door. My heart was in my throat when I heard Mr Marshall’s voice but sunk back in to my chest when my wonderful maid of honour told him that I must have been changing dresses and should be out in a few minutes. He gave me an ultimatum before leaving the room through a connecting door. I emerged 5 minutes later in a traditional lace outfit complete with head tie so I didn’t have to worry about fixing my messy hair. My husband and I took our place at the head of the table in time for the speeches. The seat to the right of my husband was empty as my father finished raising a toast to our happiness.
My mind drifted to the wedding night, we had booked our honeymoon due to depart that night. 2 weeks in Hawaii was exactly what I needed, I only wish it was longer! I didn’t know what we would do after those 2 weeks were up. The room filled with murmuring when no-one could find my husband’s right hand man. My husband joked that he was probably somewhere screwing a bridesmaid, and everyone chuckled but the thought of it made me gag!
We skipped the best man speech and hit the dance floor. The festivities went on for another hour before people started saying their goodbyes. The flight was due to depart in a couple of hours. My mind drifted again to Hawaii and how happy I would be sipping cocktails on the beach with the love of my life. While I changed dress for the second time I knew He would be waiting for me outside in a hired car. I left through the connecting door and joined Him in the blacked out Bentley. The thought of ever breaking my husband’s heart always deterred me but in less than an hour I would be boarding a plane with the best lover, best friend, best I ever had. My husband Mr Marshall’s... best man!
