by William Turney Morris
A successful marriage requires falling
in love many times, always with the same person.
"First, I am required to ask anyone present who knows a reason why these persons may not lawfully marry, to declare it now, or forever hold your peace," the celebrant said to the crowd. "Don't worry," he whispered to us. "I have to say that, to make it official. I've never had a situation where someone has objected."
Fortunately, no one spoke up objecting to us getting married. That would have been the last straw; it had been a hectic eight months since I had returned, to be with Heather. After the three weeks back in Australia I had gone back to Florida – experiencing another tearful farewell with her at an airport. Then it was a months of craziness, an almost never-ending pile of paperwork with my US citizenship, retirement accounts, social security, and more. We had settled on August 25th as the wedding date – one day after my parent's 56th wedding anniversary, and most of the organization fell to Heather and her daughter in law, Laura. At least the next two weeks on our honeymoon in Far North Queensland would be relaxing.
And Heather had done a fantastic job of getting everything organized. The location – a resort at Kingscliff – the garden setting was just what we wanted, and they had a reception facility just next to the garden. Plus they had a room that was available for us to spend the night in, before going up to the airport to fly to Cairns. Heather looked beautiful, of course, in a long teal coloured dress, cut to show her figure off. It was a family affair; her son, Daniel looked very serious in his suit as he walked up the aisle to give her away, and Laura was perfect as her bridesmaid. My brother-in–law, David, was best man – in fact, one of his friends was performing the service. We hadn't wanted a church wedding, or a religious service, and Matt knew exactly how to do what we wanted. He was happy to fit our vows into the ceremony, and he impressed us with how it would make it an informal celebration of our commitment to each other, rather than a formal, stuffy occasion.
Matt was right; no one spoke up to object. I had been harbouring a quiet fear that Brad; Heather's ex-boyfriend might turn up and make a scene; he had not been all that pleased last year when they broke up. But nothing was going to spoil our day – even the weather was perfect. The day was warm, sunny – last week had been constant rain, and we had been panicking - how could we have the wedding outside when it was pissing down with rain? But the weather gods were smiling on us, a week of early spring weather had dried everything out, the gardens had started to bloom, and the mud which had been underfoot last week had gone.
"Now, Will and Heather, you are about to make your wedding promises to each other," Matt said. "All you need to do at this stage is just answer 'I will' at the finish of each promise."
We both nodded our understanding.
"William, will you take Heather to be your wife? Will you love her, comfort her, honour and protect her, and, forsaking all others, be faithful to her as long as you both shall live?"
"I will," I answered, my voice steady.
"Heather, will you take William to be your husband? Will you love him, comfort him, honour and protect him, and, forsaking all others, be faithful to him as long as you both shall live?"
"I will," she answered, and she looked at me and smiled.
"Now Will and Heather will exchange their own vows," Matt continued. "David, do you have the rings?"
Fortunately David hadn't misplaced the rings, and placed them on Matt's folder.
"Now, Will, I want you to take Heather's left hand in yours, and as you put the ring on her finger, repeat after me," he instructed.
"Today, Heather, I join my life to yours, not merely as your husband, but as your friend, your lover, and your confidant. Let me be the shoulder you lean on, the rock on which you rest, the companion of your life. With you I will walk my path from this day forward." I repeated after him, sliding the simple gold band on her finger.
"Your turn, Heather," Matt said.
"Today, William, I join my life to yours, not merely as your wife, but as your friend, your lover, and your confidant. Let me be the shoulder you lean on, the rock on which you rest, the companion of your life. With you I will walk my path from this day forward," she answered.
Behind me, I could hear my mother sniffle, and out of the corner of my eyes I saw both of my parents dabbing at their eyes. I had to blink two or three times, to clear my eyes of some tears.
"Now it's the legal paperwork part, if the four of you could come up here and sign the forms, we will make you legally husband and wife," Matt said, pointing to the table where the certificate was waiting.
Once the paperwork had been signed, it was photo time. Everyone seemed to want several photos; of the two of us, with David and Laura, with my parents and Heather's mother and step-father, with Heather's grandkids. I knew these were just the first of a photo marathon; my face would be aching from smiling constantly by the end of the day.
"I hope this won't last too long," I whispered in Heather's ear. "I wonder if there is some place we can get to alone; I really want to make love to Mrs. Heather Morris."
She blushed, and giggled. "Maybe there will be the opportunity for a quickie, when everyone goes inside for the reception," she replied. "I really want to make love to Mr. Morris, as his wife, too. I'm ready for you to do that, if you are."
"Very ready," I replied. "Just as well these suit pants aren't all that tight, or everyone would know just how ready I am."
Actually, there probably would be time, if we were quick. Once things had finished outside, everyone was to move inside for lunch, and we were to wait in a small room until everyone was seated, and our arrival was announced. Otherwise we would have to wait until we were leaving the reception – maybe as we changed into our "going away" outfits.
I couldn't talk more about that with Heather; everyone was coming up to congratulate us, my parents kissing Heather, and welcoming her into the family, Heather's relatives shaking my hand; testing my terrible memory for names. Finally Peter Miles, who I had asked to be the emcee for the day, called out for everyone to take their places inside. We were directed to a small changing room off to one side of the main reception room, to wait until everyone was ready.
"I'll give everyone time to sort themselves out, find their tables, and get seated before I call you in," Peter said. "How does 15 minutes sound?"
"That'll work," I said to him.
"Will fifteen minutes be enough for us, Mrs. Morris?" I asked Heather.
"Five minutes will be plenty of time for me, Mr. Morris," she replied. "Are you suggesting what I think you are?" she asked, winking.
"I probably must be," I answered. "Unless you object to making love with your new husband, right now?"
"God, no way!" she exclaimed. "If it was dark out here, I would tell you to take me right here, on the grass, right now. In fact, I would tell you to undress and lie on the grass, so I could straddle and ride you. Besides, we just signed a piece of paper saying it's legal and perfectly acceptable for us to do that. You don't think I'm the sort of girl to just let anyone have their way with me, do you?"
We made our way into the changing room, and locked both doors. There wasn't much in here, just a small sofa, which had on in the clothes that we were going to change into before leaving on our honeymoon, a desk and chair, and the door to a small toilet / bathroom.
I wrapped my arms around Heather, and kissed her deeply. She responded, pulling me tight against her body. Our tongues touched. We kissed for a minute, and then Heather pulled away.
"Quick, we don't have that much time," she said. "Drop your pants, and sit on that chair, I can straddle you".
She pulled her dress off, and removed her panties. I saw that she had a panty liner inside her underwear, and she saw my glance.
"That was barely thick enough to cope," she said. "I was getting so turned on out there, I could feel my wetness flowing; it's a wonder the insides of my thighs aren't dripping! Just the thought of what we were saying to each other did that to me. Quick, on that seat," she instructed, pushing me down on the chair.
I didn't need a second invitation; my prick was already hard and ready, and Heather was very wet and very aroused as well. She straddled my lap, and then lowered herself onto me, guiding my prick inside her. She moaned softly as she felt me enter her; I closed my eyes and let the sensations of her wet vagina enveloping my prick take over. Her breasts were right in front of my face, so I unfastened her bra, removing it. A few seconds later her bra joined her dress in a pile on the floor, and I started to suck her lovely breast.
"I love you sucking my tits, Will," she moaned, pressing my face harder against her breast. "Keep sucking them, please."
As she rode me, we kissed; my hands were on her buttocks as she bobbed up and down. She squeezed her muscles in rhythm with her movements, and I pushed up into her each time she slid down. Our movements were synchronized perfectly, as she moved faster; I angled my hips to make sure I was in deeply.
"We are finally making love as husband and wife, Mrs. Morris" I whispered to her. "Yes, I've wanted this for so long, Will; it feels absolutely perfect making love to you as my husband, "she answered. "Oh, can you keep at that angle," she added. "That's just the right position to make me come."
She was ...