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Just Business

Copyright© 2025 by Don Lockwood

Chapter 6

Romance Sex Story: Chapter 6 - Arranged marriages. Aren't they fun? Especially when the bride and groom hate one another. Will Brad and Ingrid ever be actually married?

Caution: This Romance Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Consensual   Fiction   Oral Sex   Safe Sex  

INGRID

I felt horrible after he told me how he was feeling. Just horrible. Because he was right. He did do good. But, then, after I admitted that I knew Laura lied, he absolved me. Just like that. “It’s OK,” he said then. And he meant it.

Then we got drunk! I had never been that drunk in my life. It was actually a hell of a lot of fun. It was my crazy idea to get out the wedding photos. Before he started in on how blonde my family was, we’d been laughing at the expressions on faces. It was a great, great time.

And then I went to bed with him. With both of us wearing underwear and nothing else. It was by far the most I’d ever shown him. And he made a joke about perfect boobs. Did I trust him, or was I just too drunk to care? Yes.

And then came the next morning.

Yes, I was hung over, but it wasn’t horrible. Just a headache. That was my first sensation—ow, my head hurts—but then I quickly got another. You see, we woke up entangled in one another. One of his hands was right on one of my boobs. Our legs were so wrapped up in one another I’m surprised we didn’t start fucking by accident. This was as close to having sex as you could get without actually having sex.

And it woke up my libido. Big time.

My libido had been pretty dead for a long time. The last time I had sex was the last time with the sperm donor right before I found out I was pregnant. I’d spent most of the next three years concentrating on Leah. I’d spent most of the last few months dealing with all this emotional shit going on. Even though Brad and I were getting closer, it hadn’t gotten to lust yet.

It was at lust now. In fact, it was at Defcon 5 lust.

I didn’t say this out loud. Brad was a bit more hungover than I was, and was trying to hold down the Jameson from violently reappearing—which he managed with help from Pepto—and he was in no condition to respond to any confessions of lust.

But I wonder if he read my mind.


It was a weird day. It was a Saturday, so Brad didn’t have to work. After he felt better, he and I teased each other most of the day. He kept calling me Blondie. I kept asking him, “How’s your stomach?” Leah asked why Mommy and Daddy were being so silly. He walked by me once and I said, “Bork bork bork,” which cracked him up. It also cracked Leah up, but that was just because someone else was laughing and she’s three.

The whole day went like that. I can remember feeling that the pressure was off. That my admission that I didn’t believe Laura took the pressure off. And also, Jameson.

After watching a movie with Leah, putting Leah to bed, and watching another movie with just the two of us, we got into bed. I was back in the pajamas. And he did something different. He asked me to flip over, so that he was behind me. Then, he cuddled me from behind, doing the basic big-spoon thing. That was normal enough, we’d cuddled a lot the previous week.

And then he said it. Low, throaty, right in my ear.

“I love you, Ingrid. You know that, right?”

I gasped.

“You know, I think I’ve been in love with you since the wedding,” he went on. “Since you stood at that altar, and I told you how beautiful you were, and you looked at me like I’d just given you the world.”

I couldn’t speak.

“I know I’ve been in love with you since later that day. When you did give me the world and you called it Leah.”

I couldn’t catch my breath.

“And every minute I’ve spent with you since then has only deepened it. I love you, Ingrid Olson. And you deserve it.”

I was shaking.

And then he started kissing the back of my neck. Soft, light kisses. After a couple, he made sure to say, “I obey stop signs.” Then he went back to my neck. Nobody had ever done this to me. And it made me feel ... well, I think my lust hit Danger Will Robinson levels. I was undone. Completely undone.

And then he went for the earlobe.

I enjoyed that, very much, for a bit. Then I shifted, got my face under his, and pulled his head down. And our lips collided.

It got frantic in a hurry, our lips dragging against one another, our tongues intertwined, moaning into each other’s mouths. He broke for a second, so he could say, “so kissable.” I giggled into his mouth.

This went on ... I don’t even know. Forever. I couldn’t tell. When we broke, I took a deep breath—which I badly needed—and said it. “I love you, too.”

He smiled at me. And then he said, “Ingrid, what do you want?”

He gave me the choice. I will always remember, he gave me the choice. But there was no choice. “I want a real marriage.”

“Thank goodness,” he hissed, and then went for my pajama top! He practically ripped it off, then went right for my boobs, devouring them.

OK, I knew that he wanted this to a degree, but he was in an absolute frenzy. Over me. Unbelievable.

As he went to get my bottoms off, he said, just to make sure, “Stop signs are still valid.”

“There will be no stop signs,” I said, grinning. He grinned back and got my bottoms off. Then the panties. Then he shucked his boxers.

We’d never been completely naked with each other. He was going to go back to my boobs, but I stopped him—by reaching down and grabbing his dick. He grinned at me, and reached his hand down to lazily swipe up my pussy. Which was already wet.

I shuddered. “It’s been a while,” I admitted.

“Me, too.”

“I’ve never been a sexual dynamo.”

“Me, neither,” he admitted.

“I want you so bad I can’t breathe.” There. I actually said it out loud.

He gave me a sexy little smile. “Finally. I’ve wanted you ever since I didn’t get to remove your wedding dress.” I laughed at that. “Foreplay?”

“Next time,” I said.

“You said you’re on the pill, right?”

“Yes.”

“OK.” He moved so that he was above me, all ready.

“Just, you know, easy.” I asked.

“Yes,” he said. Then I felt him at my entrance. And then I felt him gently sliding in.

“OHSHIT!” I yelped as he hit bottom. “FUCK!”

“You OK?” he asked.

“Uh-huh. Just, hold. For a minute.”

“Good idea,” he agreed. “Like I said, it’s been a long time.”

I grinned at him. “A little overstimulated?”

He just smirked. “Well, you’re even more beautiful naked.”

“You ain’t so bad yourself,” I said, running my hand across his chest.

“That’s not helping,” he groaned.

“Too bad,” I giggled. “If you go too fast, you’ll just have to do it again.”

“I think I’m OK,” he said.

“So am I. You may continue when you are ready,” I grinned.

He grinned back, and started slowly moving within me. He was very deliberate, and it was ... awesome. Perfect, for two people that hadn’t had sex in years. At one point, he groaned, “Sorry, I’m rusty.”

“Could’ve fooled me,” I panted. He grinned at me again.

“Fast enough?”

“For now,” I confirmed. “Fuck this is good,”

Look, he was a little rusty. He was having a bit of trouble finding a steady rhythm. I didn’t mind. It still felt great.

Then, he leaned over and kissed me. I ran my fingers through his hair. Then, he found his rhythm, and picked up the pace. While still kissing me. Which got me from zero to sixty in a fucking hurry.

I moaned into his mouth. I gripped his hair so tight I’m surprised I didn’t end up with chunks. And I still can’t believe how quick I went. I broke the kiss, hollered his name, and went. That pushed him over, and I felt him cum inside me.

He rolled next to me while we both tried to catch our breaths. After a minute, he said, “Oh my goodness. That was something.”

“Mmm-hmm,” is all I could get out.

He lifted up and leaned on his arm, looking down at me. “Are you OK?”

“Fantastic.”

He took a breath. “I expected more angst.”

I grinned at him. “I am trying very hard to be less neurotic.” He laughed. “Seriously, I’ve had enough of angst. I agreed to all of this. Every bit of it. I wanted it, I wanted you, I want this to be a real marriage. So, either I trust you or I’ve lost my mind, but, either way, I’m OK.”

“You haven’t lost your mind,” he said, leaning over to kiss me.

“Well, I did. For 30 seconds. Right as I came.”

He roared in laughter. “Glad it wasn’t just me.”

“Nope, and think of this,” I continued. “It was our first time. It’s been 4 years for me. About that for you. We’ve been stumbling around this for a couple of months and then it just happened. Everything was against us. This is guaranteed to get better. And I still came so hard I saw stars. And I’m supposed to be angsty?”

“Well, when you put it that way...” he laughed.

We cuddled for a few minutes, not talking. Then he laughed. “Next week, we have that fundraiser dinner for the hospital. All of our society friends and relatives are going to be there. I wonder how long it will take for them to figure it out.”

“Figure out that we’re actually together?” I asked. He nodded. “That’s going to be fun.”

“You know what? Steve will figure it out immediately.”

“As will Hannah,” I agreed. “We should just tell them in advance. They’ll enjoy it, too.”

“Call Hannah and ask them to dinner one night next week.”

“Great idea.”

BRAD

I felt like I was on top of the world.

This was what I wanted. At least since the wedding day. I didn’t lie to her. The wedding day hit me like a thunderbolt.

The only thing that worried me was possible backlash. I was worried she’d distance herself. Until I woke up the next morning to her, already awake, grinning at me. “Good morning, sleepyhead,” she purred. “Have good dreams?”

“Excellent.” I grinned back.

“I was in all of them, right?” she teased.

“All except one. That one was Leah begging me to take her to Disney World.” Ingrid cracked up at that. “And how were your dreams?”

“Mmmmmm.”

I looked at her. “Ingrid, I’m sorry, I’m a bit taken aback and I don’t want you to think that I mind or anything. But I really expected a bit of a retreat.”

She looked at me. “Do you know what I felt last night, apart from the obvious?”

“What?”

“A thousand-ton weight being lifted off my chest.”

“Ah, OK. I get it,” I said. “And good.”

She kissed me. “I love you.”

 
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