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Chapter 6: Marriage
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 6: Marriage - Boy meets girl, and things get very steamy. It’s a fun romp, with lots of past history for both, and lots of illustrations.
Caution: This Romance Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Fiction Workplace Exhibitionism Oral Sex Voyeurism Illustrated
Six Years Ago
“We’ve been to your parents. We should probably visit mine, too,” commented Jason. They had been back in Alexandria for a week and were making plans.
“That’s Cleveland, right?” Jason nodded and she asked, “How far is that? That’s in Ohio.”
“On Lake Erie, in the center of the state.”
“So, how far is that?”
Jason rolled his eyes. “Straight through, probably six hours, maybe a bit more depending on traffic. I’ve done it that fast, but if we stop for gas, pit stops, food ... more like seven, seven-and-a-half hours.”
“And we’ll be tired at the end. What about Amtrak?”
“Amtrak?”
Amy said, “I was talking to one of the senior partners once, and he said that it only took a few hours to go from Washington to downtown Manhattan on a train. Trains must go to Cleveland, right?”
“I guess.” Jason grabbed his laptop and googled Amtrak. He found the schedule page and stared. “Oh, shit!”
“What?”
He looked at her in horror. “Eleven hours! It must stop at every Podunk station in Maryland, Pennsylvania, and Ohio.”
Amy laughed. “Forget that! Flying?”
Expedia proved useful. Jason did a search and answered, “Reagan to Cleveland, hour-and-a-half.” He looked at Amy and said, “Even with security and check in, that beats the other choices. I can ask my parents to pick us up.”
“We do a long weekend, we pack it in carry-ons, we don’t have to go through baggage claim. Could we do that?”
Jason nodded. “We do Friday to Monday, we can leave the tuxedos home, be casual. That will be fine. We can do a longer stay over the holidays.”
Amy grinned and gave him a quick grope. “And will we be allowed to stay together?”
Jason laughed. “I’ll check on that. Mom won’t be happy, but once Dad meets you, he’ll be okay. He has a thing for gorgeous, horny women.”
Amy laughed and gave him a light smack to the groin. “Later.”
Jason’s parents were happy to meet Amy, though they weren’t quite as happy that they were living together. Amy’s brothers had both lived with their eventual wives before they got married, so the Newharts were used to the idea. Jason had been an only child, so this was new to them. Still, the visit went well, and they promised to come to Alexandria to see the couple in the fall.
For the next two years, the couple lived together happily. They began alternating Thanksgiving and Christmas with the parents. Then, a year after Amy moved in, Jason asked her to make it even more permanent. They took a long weekend together in the Shenandoah Valley and he asked her to marry him. She happily said yes and then thanked him so long and so often that she ended up driving them back to Alexandria at the end of the trip, while Jason dozed in sexual exhaustion. She was smiling whenever she glanced over at him. It had been an excellent weekend.
Now they just needed to plan a wedding – and a honeymoon!
Four Years Ago
“There is no way I can wear this!” laughed Amy. Jason had tossed her a little plastic bag with some brightly colored fabric inside. When she opened it, a two-piece swimsuit fluttered out. It was the smallest bikini she had ever held.
“What’s wrong? You were with me when I ordered it,” her fiancé replied. He bent and picked the top off the carpet where it had landed; Amy had kept hold of the bottom.
“It didn’t look this small,” she said, blushing at the lame excuse.
Jason simply laughed. “Well, don’t just stand there. Put it on. Make sure it fits.”
“It’s too small!”
Jason wrapped his arms around his beautiful bride-to-be. “We checked the size charts on the site. This will fit you. Now, do you want to do this on your own, or do you need me to help adjust it?”
“FORGET IT!” Amy went into their bedroom and closed the door behind her. Shaking her head, she examined the tiny suit, which didn’t seem to be much more than a few triangles of fabric and some strings. “Unbelievable,” she muttered.
The first step was to get undressed. Then, after examining the suit a second time, she sorted out the two pieces. The top was a halter, so she put it on the way most women put a bra on. She put it on backwards and then twisted it around, so the cups were in the front. Then she lifted the neck straps and tied them behind her neck. It took a couple of tries to get her tits to be covered as best they could and adjust the ties for a decent fit. The bottom was simpler, since it had very small elastic strings holding it together.
Finally, after adjusting everything one last time, she opened the bedroom door and walked down the hallway to the living room. “This is the silliest thing I have ever worn!” she told Jason. “It took me forever to get into it and get it adjusted, and I feel like I’m about to fall out of it!”
Jason didn’t respond to her complaints. Instead, he stared at the vision in front of him. The bikini fit her perfectly, hiding just enough to be legal, but no more, and hinting at what was hidden. It wasn’t too sheer, but her nipples were pushing out the thin fabric like they were molded into it, and her camel-toe was noticeable. “Wow!”
“That bad?”
“That good! You look fantastic! Come here! I want to check the fit!”
“Jason!” she protested.
Jason got out of the armchair he had been sitting in and went to her. Taking her in his arms, he ran his hands across her back and bottom. The fit was snug but felt wonderful to him. What Amy thought was extreme was actually more conservative than some others on the website. There were others that were basically transparent and even smaller. A few even looked like something a stripper would use. He would wait a few days to give her the tie-side string bikini he had ordered.
Jason pushed her away and told her to stand still. He walked around her twice before coming back to her front and smiling. “It looks perfect. There are only two problems that I can see.”
“Oh?”
“First, you need to hit a tanning salon. It’s definitely smaller than your other swimsuits. Lots of white, babe.”
Amy blushed at that. She had noticed the tanlines, too. With this suit, she would need to tan naked, a concept that was both scary and exciting. “Uh, okay. What else?”
Jason grinned and pulled her to him. His hands went around her back and untied the top. Leaning in, he whispered in her ear, “It’s not on the floor.”
Amy kissed him as he pulled her over to the couch. A minute later, she was naked, and he was kneeling between her widespread legs, eating her pussy like it was his last meal. Maybe a small bikini had benefits after all. After her second hard orgasm, Amy pulled him upright, kissing his wet lips and savoring the taste of her pussy juice, and helped him out of his clothing. Then she laid back on the couch and welcomed her lover on top, throwing one leg up and over the couch back while the other slipped off to the floor. “Fuck me! Fuck me!” she begged.
Jason was incredibly turned on. The thought of his beautiful blonde fuck-bunny fiancée wearing a tiny bikini in public was unbelievably arousing. His cock felt harder than ever, and even after blasting a gigantic load into her he didn’t soften. He kept fucking her, his cum pistoning out and soaking their crotches. Jason kept fucking her as she wrapped herself around him, and ten minutes later a second load boiled up his shaft and refilled her.
It took a couple of minutes before their breathing calmed and they were able to pull apart. “That was fantastic!” said Jason. He was sweaty, as was Amy. He leered at her and said, “We are definitely buying you some more bikinis!”
Amy laughed. “Yeah? Then we are also buying some long coverups, too. Otherwise, we’ll never get out of the room!”
Amy and Jason had decided to take their honeymoon at a resort in the Bahamas. It promised endless sun and sand, and while it wasn’t as decadent as the Hedonism or Temptations resorts, it was adult couples only. The only children around would be those that might get planted during the endless sex that was implied.
They were getting married in East Bowie at Amy’s parents’ church on a Saturday morning, with a reception that afternoon, and spending the night in a local motel. Sunday they would head back to Alexandria to finish packing for their honeymoon. They would fly out of Reagan National Monday morning and be in Nassau three hours later. Once at the resort, they planned to alternate the sun and sand with sex, right until they were dragged back to the return plane kicking and screaming.
Married life didn’t start like in the movies they had both seen growing up. Following the wedding and the reception, both Jason and Amy were exhausted. Jason drove them to the motel room he had been staying in, and Amy fell asleep on the bed before she could even take off her wedding gown. Jason contemplated waking her up but was too tired himself. He stripped off his tuxedo and fell asleep beside her wearing only his underwear.
He woke the next morning to the alarm sound coming from his smart phone. He looked around groggily, not quite sure where he was, at least until he saw his bride stirring awake beside him. “What is that sound?” Amy mumbled, raising herself up and looking around. She turned to face him and asked, “Who are you and what have you done to me?”
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