Chapter 32

The late afternoon sunshine greeted us on our perfect day. We embraced and kissed as husband and wife. My eyes had a better view of the amount of breast Lana was showing me, with my smile approved her clothing choice. Elke, Sanne, and Myrthe gave me a thank-you kiss and a close embrace. They weren’t shy about letting me view their revealing cleavage.

“Ik hou van jou!” I said to her in Dutch.

“I love you!” She replied in English.

We walked hand in hand along the street, with Elke, Sanne, Myrthe, and Andrew behind us. It felt like we were leading an army as many of the town’s people followed us to the reception hall. I think the whole population congratulated us on our marriage.

We entered the hall and lined up to welcome and thank our guests. I had no idea how many times my hand was shaken, or I received a warm embrace and kiss from the women, many I’d seen before our ceremony. The photographer was busy taking pictures of us and other guests.

I’d say about twelve to fifteen of the women, maybe between the ages of sixteen and sixty, had gone home and changed their top and returned wearing a very revealing blouse and bodice, or just a bodice. Lana held me close to her just under her right breast, accepting a quick caress.

“Vrouwen willen je borsten laten zien.”

“Women want to show breasts to you,” she said, pointing to the words in my frequently used dictionary.

Friends of Boris and Benthe had prepared the potluck assortment of servings available to us. Lana and I led the procession to the buffet table. She smiled at me, knowing I was enjoying the view from above of her deep cleavage. Her hand hidden from view, she rubbed my cock through my pants. Most of the dish samples looked foreign to me, but sure smelled good.

We sat at the head table, joined by Boris, Benthe, Father Dekker, Andrew, Elke, Sanne, and Myrthe. I noticed there were bottles of red and white wines, many likely donated by the makers. Once everyone was sitting, Father Dekker blessed the meal, saying a prayer.

I cut and cautiously took a bite of what were meatballs. I nodded to the lightly seasoned taste. Lana’s hand would be busy under the table, rubbing my cock. There was plenty of wine to drink, and I had to watch my consumption, or I’d be drunk and trying to fuck my new wife.

The varied foods were delicious, and soon it was time for the wedding cake. The supply of ingredients was limited because of the war, so a large three or four-tier cake wasn’t made. One dessert that Benthe had served me before was cheesecake with different fruits as a topping. It was far from traditional, but Lana and I agreed on cheesecake.

Lana motioned me to relax more by taking off my suit jacket with an ulterior motive. We went to the table spread with multiple cakes. I picked up the knife, and Lana placed her soft hand over mine. This tradition meant good fertility for babies. Her hand pressed down then we each made the first cut on the remaining cakes. We fed each other the first piece then kissed. She’d see me eyeing her revealing breasts and teasingly pull her blouse down lower.

She leaned, whispering to Elke. Soon I heard the clinking of a knife or spoon on a glass, and others joined in. I knew it was a custom when glasses were touched the newlyweds were to kiss.

Lana stood, and taking my hand for support, stood on her chair. She took my hand, motioning me to join her. We embraced and had a long kiss. Women glanced at us kissing but were more interested in the obvious bulge my cock and balls made in my pants. I helped her down, and we sat.

“At Dutch wedding receptions, it is customary, when a class is touched, the couples stand on their chairs to kiss. If shoes are banged on the floor, you’re supposed to go under the table and kiss,” Father Dekker explained.

“That’s a different custom compared to North American weddings,” I replied, Lana, taking my hand.

“Richard and Lana, I pray that you’ll have a long and happy marriage. I think I’ll leave you now. Dutch wedding receptions have been known to become rather risque,” the Father said.

“What do you mean?”

“Let me just say, I hope you like kissing, women, that is,” he smiled.

“Father Dekker, I think I’ll join you,” Andrew added. “Richard, again congratulations on your marriage to Lana. You should keep in touch with the Canadian Detachment here in Apeldoorn. Many troops are being sent to the west coast in preparation for the voyage back to Canada.”

“I know I can take Lana with me, but what if Boris and Benthe want to immigrate to Canada?”

“They may have to go to Canada at a later date. Keep in mind, tens of thousands of troops want to go home. The only thing I can suggest is to make your way to Dunkirk. There are ships leaving from there on a daily basis for England. You may even find one heading home that the four of you can take.”

“Thank you, Andrew, for all your help.”

“If I know of anything I can do to make your trip to Canada for all of you come into being, I’ll let you know,” Father Dekker said.

They wished us well, and Andrew said he was leaving late tomorrow to give mass back at the hospital. He handed me a piece of paper with his name and address back in Canada, asking me to write him as to how I was doing.

Lana seemed more relaxed once the Father and Padre had gone. Her right hand frequently rubbed my cock through my pants as if trying to get me hard. There was a clink of glasses, and we stood on our chairs for another kiss. This time her hand rested low on my stomach, rubbing it.

Someone began to clomp their feet on the floor, and others joined in. Lana smiled at me, and we went to our knees under the table. As we kissed, she guided my right hand inside her blouse to caress her bare tit.

We sat up, and Lana touched her spoon to her glass. “Elke,” she said.

Elke came to the empty chair beside me, and I helped her up. I appreciated her revealing cleavage as she leaned to step up. We embraced, her placing my hand just below her right breast, and cheers applauded our lengthy kiss. Lana smiled, watching us, but more importantly, looking at the size of the bulge in my pants. She rubbed my hip, wanting more to rub my cock.

Lana touched her glass again, and this time, Sanne and I kissed atop our chairs. Lana did it once more with Myrthe and me sharing a warm kiss. Elke didn’t return to her seat and stayed on my right. Now my head was looking from Lana’s wonderful cleavage to Elke’s low cleavage needing my eyes on them. Several stomped their feet, and Lana motioned Elke and me to go under the table. She breathed heavily, kissing me hard and guiding my hand inside her blouse. I gave her bare breast several quick feels.