Chapter 1

“I can’t believe you saved your wedding dress!” said Frank Jellicoe.

Amanda Jellicoe rolled her eyes for the umpteenth time at her husband’s comment, then hugged his arm. They were standing to the side as their daughter Melisande, ‘Melly’ for short, and her new husband posed for photos with the rest of the wedding party on the steps of the church. “It’s like I told you, honey. It didn’t cost all that much to have it cleaned and stored, and we might have had a daughter who would like it.”

In truth, Melly had jumped at the chance, especially after she saw it. Frank delighted in it as well, since it would be one less thing he had to pay for. The dress had lasted twenty-three years in pristine condition, and Frank thought his daughter looked as gorgeous in it as his wife had on their wedding day. It was silk, a white which neither Amanda nor Melly had deserved, heavily brocaded across the tight white top and shimmering down through the detachable train. It was off-the-shoulder and low cut, though not so deep as to be vulgar, and it had showed off Amanda’s ample bosom very nicely. Now it did the same for her equally buxom daughter.

“Would you believe I could still fit into it?” she asked her husband smugly. “I tried it on.”

Frank’s eyes lit up at the idea. Leaning down, he whispered in her ear, “You should have brought it out every once in a while. We could have fooled around, you in your gown and me in my tux.”

Amanda playfully elbowed him in the ribs. “Give me a break. You don’t have a tux, and besides, who fools around in their wedding gown, anyway?”

Frank surreptitiously licked his wife’s ear. She had changed over the years, maturing only slightly, and looked at least ten years younger than her age. Now her long brown hair was cut and curled around her face, frosted slightly to hide the gray she hated. She still had the large bust, narrow waist and pleasantly ample rear that had originally attracted her husband’s eye. Today she wore a slim and form-fitting pink dress, cut sufficiently low enough to highlight her spectacular breasts without detracting from Melly’s beauty, and high enough above her knees to show off a pair of great looking legs. Sheer hosiery and three-inch heels completed the look.

Amanda shivered at the touch of her husband’s tongue. “Frank...,” she whimpered, her body reacting involuntarily to his touch.

“Besides, you know somebody who fooled around in a wedding gown once, don’t you?” Frank asked. He slipped behind his wife and pressed against her soft ass, his erection grinding against her.

Amanda shivered in delight as Frank pressed against her from behind. She whispered back, “Yes...”

If there was one thing that Frank Jellicoe was sure about, it was that Amanda Bentley looked damned fine in her wedding dress. Amanda Jellicoe now, he reminded himself. They had been married all of fifty-six minutes, by his watch, and he wanted to do nothing more than consummate their marriage, and to hell with everyone else. Frank wasn’t at all sure how the marriage would work out, about jobs, or grad school, or kids, or any damn thing at all. Frank was very sure that his new wife had the best set of tits he had ever seen, and the best pair of legs to ever wrap around his waist.

Now it was time to leave the front steps of the church and head over to the reception. The wedding had taken place at four o’clock on a Friday afternoon, and the reception was at six, and they had blown almost an hour taking photos. Now it was time to stuff everyone into various cars and head over to the banquet hall. Frank led Amanda down the stairs, and helped her into the car, with the bridesmaids helping with the train, then he went around and got in the other side.

Frank grinned at Amanda as he settled in next to her and she grinned and laughed back. Jerry Bentley had spared practically no expense for his only daughter’s wedding and had even given the newlyweds a Bermuda cruise for the honeymoon. However, he had a completely blind eye towards transportation, and rather than get a few limousines, had decided that his car was as good as any limo. Detailing Amanda’s oldest brother to drive it, everybody else had to make do with their own cars.

As far as Frank was concerned, his father-in-law drove something only one step removed from a pimpmobile. It was a white Chrysler, the one with the ‘rich Corinthian leather’ and had a sunroof, blackened windows, wire wheels, whitewalls, and a ludicrous ‘Winged Valkyrie’ as the hood ornament. Amanda had dutifully defended her father, but secretly agreed with Frank.

“Let’s go!” cried out Jerry Junior as he pulled away from the church amid a blare of car horns. It would be a good thirty minutes or more to get to the reception hall.

Frank smiled at his wife and leaned over and kissed her. “Congratulations, Mrs. Jellicoe.”

Amanda blushed and grinned. “Congratulations, Mr. Jellicoe.” She leaned forward and returned the kiss, and Frank wrapped his arms around her.

“Hey, hey, none of that mushy stuff now!” yelled Amanda’s brother from the front seat, eyeing the pair in the back seat. He was grinning maniacally at them.

“Mind your own business,” replied his sister.

“You need a girl of your own,” added Frank. Laughing, he placed his hands on Amanda’s waist and lifted her up and pulled her into his lap.

Amanda laughed at this, then leaned forward over the front seat and turned the rear-view mirror to the side. “Mind your own business for a while!” she ordered. Giggling, she settled back into Frank’s arms and began kissing her new husband eagerly.

Jerry Junior readjusted the mirror and Frank saw him wink, then turn his attention back to the road. With Amanda blocking the view, he ducked his head down, away from her lips, and planted a kiss in the valley of her breasts. Amanda squirmed and pulled back, worried that her brother would see something, but Jerry Junior seemed oblivious, and Frank ignored her silent protest. He pulled her back and kissed her lips again.

Amanda had settled in for a very pleasant, if somewhat sterile, necking session when she felt Frank’s hands moving. The one behind her back held her against him tightly, but the one around her waist moved down to her legs. Moments later she felt Frank’s hand move under her dress and slide up her leg. Amanda tried to pull away, but Frank kept her held against him. Pulling her face away from his, she worriedly whispered, “Not now, Frank!”

“Why not?” he answered with a smile. He kept his hand moving northward until it reached the top of her thighs, and then he began pushing her legs apart gently. His fingertips began brushing against her pussy, protected though it was by the layers of pantyhose and panties.

Amanda whimpered as her body began responding to Frank’s assault. It had never been difficult for Frank to bring her to orgasm. A good fingerfuck was all it took, and now was no different. Her body began responding, her legs slipping slightly apart to allow him easier access. “We can’t...,” she protested weakly.

“Why not?”

“Jerry, he’ll hear us,” she whispered back, biting her lip to remain quiet. Frank had pushed his hand up higher, so that his fingers had begun to pull her pantyhose and panties down far enough to finger her bare pussy.

“Then you’d better cum quietly,” Frank replied with a grin. Twisting his hand slightly, his middle finger entered her pussy and contacted Amanda’s clit. Amanda was a very loud fuck, a real moaner, well known around the frat house. Frank had been screwing her since his junior year, three years ago, and on more than one occasion was the butt of jokes the next morning as his frat brothers would start moaning and yelling out, “Oh Frank! Oh Frank!”

Amanda gasped, shuddering at the touch, and buried her face in Frank’s shoulder. She whimpered as he began fingering her clit slowly. “You bastard!” she said. She began to kiss him fiercely and her moans were swallowed up in his mouth.

By the time the pair arrived at the reception, Amanda was in a pitiful state, teased and excited beyond endurance, and the first thing she did once they got out of the car was to scurry off to the bathroom and finger herself to orgasm. Frank had simply grinned and laughed at her desperate need, then teased her the rest of the evening about it.

“That’s the last time you will ever touch me!” she had hissed at him at one point during the night, at which Frank had laughed uproariously.

The first argument of their married life concerned when they were going to leave the reception. Frank had wanted to leave about an hour before the end, while Amanda wanted to stay. Frank had won the argument, and they had changed into normal clothes in the bathrooms. Both had packed bags and left them in the trunk of his Toyota, which his mother had driven to the reception. They were met by their parents in the lobby as they were about to leave, and Amanda was eternally annoyed to hear her father say, “I was wondering when you two were going to leave! Now we can have some real fun!” Frank and the others had laughed, even as Amanda looked daggers at her father, then everyone kissed and hugged, and Frank bundled his bride out to the car.