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Copyright© 2008 by ShannonQ

Chapter 8: I Do

Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 8: I Do - Tim Davis meets Emma Foreman. He stands her up on a dinner date. She is so angry she never wishes to see him again. A month later they bump into each other on the street. Fireworks begin and leads them through life where all Emma craves is Tim's touch.

Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   ft/ft   Consensual   Romantic   Heterosexual   Fiction   Humor   Safe Sex   Oral Sex   Anal Sex   Slow  

Four days later Tim Davis took Emma Foreman as his wife in front of a dozen people. Emma's parents, Al and Donna Sloper, a few teachers from Emma's high school, and an old girl friend who just happened to be home for a few weeks. She served as Emma's brides maid while Al Sloper as Tim's best man. Emma's girl friend was Bertha Roper. One would think of the name Bertha meant a very large German woman. She was the exception to the rule. She was in the movies and was a very beautiful girl. Tim whispered to Emma that she looked a lot like Cindy Tremaine. Bertha didn't like her first name so in Hollywood she was called Betty Roper. She had not hit it big yet but she had star quality written all over her.

Little was known of the Roper name in Hollywood, but before Bertha was born her family were the Raper. At the turn of the twentieth century they had taken so much mocking of their last name as each male was known as a raper of women. The Patriarch of the Raper clan, Charles, had shot a man who joked at his name. Upon being released from prison In 1915 he had the courts change his name to Roper. Emma giggled at the thought of her brides maid, the up and coming Hollywood star would be known as Bertha Raper. Using some anagrams it could well be Rape Bertha.

While Emma wore a plain white gown with no veil, Bertha was decked out in a beautiful wine red silk floor length gown. She chose red so not to upstage Emma. Bertha was between movies and was slated to start shooting a political thriller with Matt Damen and Robert Di Niro. Her role was to be Damen's love interest. Emma saw Bertha's eyes burning holes into her husband to be. It appeared that she was infatuated with Tim. Tim didn't seem to notice because of his entire focus was upon his bride Emma.

The minister kept the ceremony short as per the couples request. It lasted fifteen minutes. He implored the couple to seek the mercies of the Lord Jesus Christ and His presence at the marriage at Cana where he turned water into wine. He emphasized that Christ didn't just make plain wine, but the best ever. When he pronounced them man and wife and told Tim he could kiss the bride. The kiss was chaste and lasted no more than five seconds. Laura and all the females were crying their eyes out while Nathan had a lump in his throat but managed not to cry. Now all of his children were hitched and out of his hair. Laura wanted to grand children. Donnie and Mirth both had one each.

Everyone was invited to a dinner in Manhattan where the restaurant was closed from four to seven so the bridal party could have the eatery all to themselves. Tim paid a hefty amount for the exclusive use of the that and Told Emma he had just enough from his piggy bank to pay the bill.

They were implored to kiss each other several times which Tim and Emma were happy to oblige. Emma lips felt like she had ran a vibrator over them by the time they left for the only four star hotel in Manhattan. They had only one suite and the couple had reserved it when they decided to marry.

"Very nice ceremony, don't you think?" Tim asked, undressing.

"Yes it was nice. Bertha had eyes for you."

"She did? I never noticed. All I wanted was to get it over with and trap you here so we can make love all night."

"I'll go as long as you can keep it up," Emma said as she climbed into bed in the nude. She thought it would by hypocritical for her to buy a nice set of lingerie for their wedding night since they'd been fucking almost every night since being in Long Island two months back.

Tim got on top of her. His cock was hard and throbbing. Emma kissed her finger and placed it on the head. "We have to name it, what is a good name for a penis?

"How about Tim?"

Emma grimaced shaking her head wordlessly tell him that the name didn't suit her at all. Then her face lit up in a big smile, "I know, we can call it Jumbo."

"Jumbo? Where did you come up with that?"

"Remember when we went to the zoo and that elephant whipped his out to pee? How big it was? Lets call him Jumbo from now on."

"It's no where near being that big," Tim argued.

"Oh no? It feels like that when it's in me. You fill me! Any bigger and you would split me in two. Right down the middle."

"Okay, call it whatever you like."

"At this moment, I want you to put Jumbo in me right now. The other times we did it in sin. Now that we are legally married this will be the very first time we'll make love as man and wife. I want you to do me slow and tender. Now my husband do it me like you love me and don't fantasize about Bertha or Cindy as you do it."

"Bertha? Bertha who?" he slipped in her. Both closed their eyes and kissed as they began their first love making of many they would in the many years ahead. The kiss lasted through the entire act as their tongues invaded each others mouth. Tim told her once that he should have been a dentist due to the thorough examination his tongue made of her mouth. Emma felt the electric current flow through her. The only thing on her mind was how much she loved him. If he or she hadn't shown up at that cocktail party or if she didn't listen to him as the reason he stood her up on that dinner date, they would have never been like this. She concluded that she would be back in Chicago working for that miserable Tribune, feeling lonely and not wanting to live one more day without a man in her life. It was unique how Fate worked itself into people's lives without them even being aware of it. But she did and how thankful she was for this wonderful man.

Emma bit her lip, breathed deeply in and out, dug her nails in his back as she felt the hot sperm splash into her womb. For the first time, she let out a small cry of satisfaction as he fell on top of her holding his weight away off of her by his elbows. She smiled up to him with glazed eyes. Half from wanting to cry tears of joy, half due to how he made her feel when he caused her to have such a wonderful orgasm. She never faked one, she didn't even know how. It was real as her head swam from the erotic sensation.

"I'm going to describe how this feels when I write my first novel. You made a real woman out of me," she told Tim, just before kissing him with all the fiber of her being. Not only this man that was given to her was good in bed, but he was highly intelligent. She felt that Tim was going to take her to places more than she ever dreamed. In bed and out of bed. She felt positive that he was going to make life exciting and adventurous for her and she wanted to give back to him more if that were all possible.


When Tim opened his eyes the next morning, he found his wife hovering his groin smelling him deeply. He watched her for a moment not knowing that she was being watched. Finally curiosity got the best of him. He lifted his head and stared at her beautiful body and face of hers. It was the feel of her long dark hair tickling his thighs that awoke him.

"Emma, what on earth are you doing?"

"You have a wonderful smell down here, I'm trying to figure out what it is. Have you ever noticed if before?"

Tim chuckled, "I'm not in the habit of sniffing my groin or am I interested in doing the same to any other male's. That is perverted to me. I love the scent you give off from your pussy area too. So nice and amorous that I'm like a kid in a candy store sniffing out his favorite piece of sweets.

"It smells so ... so erotic. But for the life of me, I can't figure out what it is. It's not dried sperm, it's something else." She took her finger, swooped it up and brought it to his nose. "Take a whiff."

"No!" he refused.

"I'm your wife, not some guy wanting to do you. You've got me all curious. Now take a whiff, you might have smelled it before when you had your pants off or something else. It's not pungent it smells very nice. Now whiff."

He took a sniff. It smelled familiar but he had never paid it any mind. "I have no idea," he turned his body away from her face but she pulled him back. She drew closer to his crotch to smell it again.

"It is definitely something. I've smelled your cum, I've tasted it. This is something totally different. It's unique. I'm going to find out even if I have to go on the gay sites on the computer."

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