Chapter 6

The week before my marriage was gone before I realised this was my big day.

“Weddings are commonplace these days. Uncertainty about the future led to a boom in wedding halls. Women’s attitudes differed significantly from they were a decade ago. This was undoubtedly a result of the CAP score system,” Joyce said. “Men achieved a passing grade relatively easily compared to women. This was likely because men possessed more aggression and were therefore more suited to serve in the military. It forced women into the role of concubine, and they were once again completely dependent on men to save them from certain death. Therefore, it is in women’s best interest to display their sexual allure openly and effectively.”

It was true that the street scene changed radically. Sheer blouses became the norm, and stores sold almost only bras in ultra-seductive styles. Trousers were even tighter to show off the backsides, and skirts and dresses returned to the streets in full regalia. Clearly, wedding dresses reflected this. Ten years ago, you’d see dresses that only partially covered the breasts, or at least the nipples were well hidden from view. That was no longer true. Almost all wedding dresses offered a generous glimpse of the breasts, covered only by a thin layer of lace.

My dress was no exception. The dress Joyce had worn once had a V-shape to show off a generous portion of her large breasts. Now, beneath a layer of white lace, my little peas were fully visible. Stiff nipples and all.

I don’t know why Drew’s tenderness surprised me when he was making love to me. After he worshipped with his lips all over my body, he centred in on my pussy, and licked me like he was teaching a lesbian how to give a girl multiple orgasms. His long and not so thick cock matched my grotto perfectly. After my startup blowjob, he could fuck me forever. At least four full-blown orgasms before he reached his. He could satisfy me fully like no man ever could before.

“Are you an alien who hides in a human body?” I asked my husband to be, crawling against his sweaty body in the aftermath of a very satisfying lovemaking session. I felt him chuckle in the dark.

“Nah, I’m just a young guy.” He said. I rested my head on his chest. He smelt so nice.

“No, you’re not. If you are not an alien, you are a 63-year-old man returning in a 17-year-old body. You cannot be a total nerd in biochemistry and be a sexual superman at the same time. It’s impossible that you were a virgin just a few days ago. You know stuff virgins don’t.”

I felt his heart beat faster. “I have to confess I’ve watched porn since I was 13.”