Today has been the best of my life, alongside the days my children were born. Georgia has made me the happiest man alive by becoming my wife, and my heart is just about to burst with what I am feeling for her as she walks towards me now. She is the sexiest bride I have ever fucking seen, and I can’t wait to get her out of that dress later. The thought of what she has on underneath it is making me hard… Again.
I hadn’t been able to keep my hands off her after the speeches were all done, so I’d dragged her into the stable block and bent her over a bale of hay, fucking her from behind as she stood with her cream lace wedding dress pulled up around her waist, her bare arse in the air, legs spread wide. It was her fault for wearing stockings. Fuck, I love stockings. They just do something to me. They make me feel a little bit out of control, unfuckinghinged. So when she walked down the aisle, looking so pure and innocent, stood next to me, leaned in, whispering in my ear, right in front of the bloke who was about to marry us and her fucking ol’ man still standing next to her, I might add, and said, “I’m wearing stockings under this dress. Just wanted you to know that, Tiger,” I’d almost blown my load right then and there. She’d then kissed her dad on the cheek as he put her hand in mine, turned, and smiled sweetly at the celebrant.
And now my dick is hard again as I think about how her long legs will be wrapped around me later, that and the fact that I have her lacy cream thong I’d taken off her earlier, all rolled up and sitting safely in my pocket. My dick throbs and twitches as I think about the fact that I’m the only one who knows she’s knickerless. I just hope my jacket is hiding my hard on as she reaches me. I take her hand and the master of ceremonies introduces us as Mr. and Mrs. King.
She wraps her arms around my neck and I pull her hips into mine. Her eyebrows shoot up as I grind my hard on into her lower belly. She shudders. I love her reaction so fucking much. I nearly shoot my bolt right there and then.
“Fuck, wife, what do you do to me, woman?” She smiles at me. Her beautiful blue eyes, once again, are full of life and shining brightly, just as they should be.
I know there is a piece of her heart that will never be mine, and I totally accept that, but I also know without a shadow of a doubt that Kitten loves me. She would always love Sean and I don’t expect anything less, but I know that myself and the kids are her world now, and I will spend every day, every fucking day, loving the fuck out of this woman.
The crowd’s applause quietens and other couples start to join us on the dance floor.
“I absolutely love this song, Tiger. Thank you for putting so much thought into it.” She kisses my neck, just under my ear as I take her hand in one of mine and slid my other down to her arse, pressing her tightly to me as we move to the sound of Savage Garden singing, “Truly Madly Deeply”.
I let out a long, satisfied breath as I sway, with my wife in my arms, to the music. It’s taken us a long time to get here. We have lived the lives of a dozen people, overcome heartache and tragedy of the very worst kind, but somehow, we managed to find our way back to each other. If there were ever two people who’d been put on this earth and were meant to be together, then it was us, and I will never, not for a second, stop appreciating the fact our story could’ve been so very different.
We have both been given a second chance and I intend spending every moment of every day, loving the fuck out of my amazing wife and the beautiful babies we’ve been blessed with. Despite Kitten being a bit of a princess sometimes, well, a lot of the fucking time if I’m honest, but yeah, anyway, I love the fucking bones of the girl. I let her get away with shit, what of it? Despite all of that, her life has been as far removed from a fairy tale as you could possibly get, but now, finally today, I have made her not only my wife, Mrs King, but my queen and I plan on giving her the happily ever after she deserves.
THE END