Married!

I wanted to share a couple of things from our big day if that’s ok? 

Firstly, whenever I attended church for mass, I would, for some inexplicable reason, feel horny at some part during the service. I think it’s the subservient kneeling that does is for me - yes, I’m sure that’s a large factor. 

As Emily and I knelt together, I felt myself wetting up…but much, much more than usual. Back when I was a schoolgirl, I got wet enough for it to be noticeable, but this was on a whole new level, and when the priest tied our hands together….holy shit…it was like Niagara falls down there. 

As we walked back down the aisle as a married couple, arms linked and so many happy faces smiling at us, well, I just can’t tell you how I felt…bursting with happiness of course, and, as previously stated, wet as fuck! 

We had asked Dani to be our maid of honour - a responsibility that she applied herself to with the same attention to detail she brings to everything she touches. She was following us down the aisle and she found a brief second to whisper in my ear, “I’ve got spare panties…for both of you…if you need them.” I recalled telling her about my arousal during church services. Clearly she’d remembered and had taken precautions. 

Before the inevitable photos, I ducked into the toilets and changed - just as well…there was a catastrophe in the making. I’ve been a hot mess many, many times, but this was something else. I can honestly say I’ve never creamed my panties to that degree before - not even when I’ve cum in them. 

I handed my ruined ones back to Dani and then shivered as she took them from me realising that a) she had just handled my soaked undies, and b) they would be in her bag when she got home. I wondered…hoped…that she might put them to some use…maybe even wear them…oh stop it Anna. 

Now…a couple of things. I’ve been asked many times where we married. Nope. Not going to disclose that. The priest concerned would be in a world of hurt if I did. I will tell you that Em and I had a civil wedding before the church service though, and what we had in church was a full-on nuptial mass…the only thing missing being the registration element. 

Afterwards, we went to the hotel we had found. We deliberately planned only a meal and a dance. We didn’t want a party that stretched to the end of time and exhausts everyone who attends - especially the happy couple. The whole thing was done and dusted by 8:00pm leaving me and my wife…(wife…giggle) to enjoy our first night as a married couple. 

No. That’s private. Very, very private. I’ll just tell you that I have never in all my life had sex like it. No…not sex...love-making. Pure..love-making. The kind where the pursuit of orgasms demeans and devalues it. This was  two bodies becoming one as much as two souls becoming one. 

The next morning, breakfast in bed, served by a young girl who was clearly unsure how she should react to two women, stark naked (well, covered up to our waists anyway, but topless apart from that) sitting up in bed staring at her. 

We must have been three quarters of the way through our breakfast when Em said, “I gave her mine too.” It turned out she had got just as wet as I had, and Dani being Dani had brought along a change for us both. A few idle thoughts about what she may have done with them once home had us all over each other again. 

And now, It’s Monday. We’re in a different continent and in a different country, and I’ve recovered (just) from the flight. Last night, we both walked barefoot along the sandy beach dressed in nothing but simple white cotton dresses - not a stitch underneath, and we quite unashamedly spent the walk turning each other on, using every little trick we know the other likes until we simply couldn’t resist it anymore. 

With the lights from boats in the harbour glinting on the sea, we fell on each other and made love on the sand. Our villa is one of fifteen or so along this private beach. Even so, we could easily have been seen. Who cares? Certainly not me…or my wife. 

And finally….

Anyone who has had laser removal of pubes knows it isn’t done all in one go. Em still has some treatments to go yet and she looks like a young teenager down there. We shave her from time to time, but over the honeymoon, she asked how I’d feel if we didn’t reach for the razor. At one point she looked between her legs, sighed, and commented, “Huh…reminds me of when I was 13.” 

It set of a chain reaction of thought for me. I remember the explosion of hormones. It felt like suddenly, almost like flicking a switch, I was horny all the time. I knew what it was, and I knew what I wanted to do about it. People say girls that age don’t know what they want. I did. So did Em. So, for that matter, did Dani. I wanted sex - although not at that age with boys. Not because I didn’t want a cock…I certainly did…no, it was because I knew that boys around that age can’t control themselves, and is us who get pregnant. Although I used to fantasise a lot about being fucked, I didn’t do it for real because pregnancy is a very real fear for teenage girls - as is the concern that once you open your legs for a boy, suddenly it’s all round the school how ‘easy’ you are. 

And anyway, I was strongly attracted to girls too. Emily never wanted boys. She was quite happy with one special girlfriend, and I think had it not turned out that g/g was just an experimental phase for the other girl, there’s a strong possibility Em might still be with her. 

Lots of girls go through an experimental phase. Some put it into practice, while for others it will always remain something they wonder about. I’m so glad I tried girl/girl. I don’t regret a thing. Not the initial panty smelling in the locker room, not the tentative kissing during a game of spin the bottle, not the furtive feeling around in another girl’s panties, and not the first time my tongue entered another girl’s vagina. That very first time I made another girl cum with my tongue and she uttered those wonderful words “Oh..I…I’m gonna…cum,’ I knew from my own orgasmic experience that anything could happen. She might cum, she may squirt,  and I knew …I simply knew I’d be cool with whatever happened. 

And now here I am with my wife, Emily. Emily is learning the joys of adventurous sex. A year ago, she would never have contemplated having sex on a beach, yet now, she instigates it, and not always under cover of darkness either. She no longer feels any guilt around the more kinky things she enjoys, although it took a while for her to tell me about them. 

We both know, absolutely know, that our love for each other is the bedrock upon which our relationship is built. We both find other people sexually attractive - we would either of us go down on Dani in a heartbeat given the opportunity or invitation. 

And Dani herself, living as she does in a very sensual and sexual home, is coming out of her shell. She now openly masturbates by the pool as and when she wants to - even if one or booth of us are there. All three of us have masturbated together. I have fingered Dani to orgasm, and she has fingered me. During a talk about how I got started with girls, I told her about my panty raids, and how I got myself off, a pair of warm, moist panties pressed to my face and one hand in my own undies. I told her about the variations on a theme - how sometimes I’d push the other girl’s panties between my legs, making sure her damp patch was against my vulva and how I’d cum into the crotch of her undies, then I’d watch as, after PE, she would shower, then pull those panties back on. It would make my head swim as my cum stains touched her labia. 

I told Dani about how I had initially wondered if, in fact, I could actually go through with kissing another girl’s vagina, and had discovered that I could by kissing (and licking and sucking) a girl’s panty crotch. I realised I’d given Dani everything she needed or might have wondered about when it came to g/g exploration. 

So, here we are, having great sex under the tropical sun and moon, indulging in fantasies sometimes, and just revelling in each other when fantasies are simply not required. Variety is, indeed, the spice of life, and certainly it is the spice of sex. 

And back home? Dani has the run of the place. We have absolutely no doubts that she won’t shirk her duties…Dani doesn’t seem to know what a ‘job description’ is, and she always goes way above that which is required. Is she emptying all the kitchen cupboards, cleaning, polishing and making the place gleam? Or is she lying on her bed, my panties clamped to her face…or perhaps she’s wearing them. Feeling herself leaking into my panty crotch. Has she fantasised about me or Emily licking her out? We have certainly imagined doing the same to her - and we’ve role played it too. 

Ok…enough. Let me get on with enjoying married life. More to come, and more to cum, but for now, I’ll see you soon.