Chapter 11

The participants were gone and our cake was cut and eaten. Abby and I thanked everyone for their help and I handed out gift cards to each of them that caused their eyes to bounce up and down in surprise. My bride was flushed with joy and her excitement energized me to make her wedding night even better.

We hurried upstairs to our suite where I intended to rock her world and send her to the moon, but Abby had one big trick up her sleeve.

She came out of the master bathroom dressed in a stunning peignoir that accentuated every sexy inch of her. The neckline was virtually non-existent and her hard nipples poked out making Mr. Johnson want to weep because they looked so sexy. At the junction of her legs the gown highlighted her hairless opening, showing just a hint of wetness in the soft, romantic lighting. To say I was struck dumb would be like saying the Second World War was a little regional conflict. Abby was dead hot in that outfit.

When she came to me, I was mindful of how rough and selfish Daniel was on her first wedding night, so I gently took her in my arms and kissed her until she lost her breath and her balance. Then I picked her up, carried to the great big bed, and continued kissing her as if she were made of the most fragile china in the universe.

Abby groaned from the gentleness with which I treated the skin of her neck and shoulders. As I drew her negligee off, I covered her with kisses and tiny love bites, raising her temperature as I went. Abby experienced several small climaxes as I tortured her body with soft, loving kisses. By the time I got to her nipples, she was hugging me fiercely, begging for the big climax that was just beyond her reach.

I knew from experience that Abby was a woman who loved building towards the big one. For well over an hour I edged Abby towards that impossible mountaintop. She groaned, begged, cried out and exhausted herself trying to force me to take her there faster, harder, and with greater passion.

For over an hour I made her wait as the sexual energy built inside her body, threatening to explode once and for all. When the big one could not be held off any longer, I rode the wave, pounding Mr. Johnson to her center, raising her legs to make sure I hit her “G” spot on every down stroke. The intensity became so impossible that Abby simply gave up and let the waves of pleasure take her wherever they wished. Long before the shock waves pulsing through her ceased, she screamed out and passed out.

When she awakened, we were still in the same position. I was fully seated inside her, but not moving at all. Abby’s eyes wandered a bit while she pulled herself together, but then she focused all of her energy on our coupling and attacked me with a fury I hadn’t yet seen from her.

With Abby slamming up to meet my every stroke, it was impossible to hold off for long and when the first jet of semen smashed into her overheated cervix, Abby screamed out yet again and surrendered to the cataclysmic climax that overtook her.

All in all I thought her wedding night was far superior to her last one, but that was just my opinion. You could have asked Abby but you would have had to wait until she recovered, got her breath back and had time to pull her thoughts together, which took some time.

During the morning I rummaged through the closets until I found an extra blanket and sheet. Wisely I spread them on the master bed just to soak up the mess we made during our first copulation following the wedding. Abby became so aroused that she squirted as I filled her cavern with my fluids. The result was totally predictable.

Remember elementary school science lessons? What goes up must come down? Well it did ... and it did ... and it did ... and it did it ever. We discarded the sheet and blanket several hours later so we could sleep on dry sheets and blankets.

Once I was convinced that Abby was completely exhausted AND I had done everything within my power to make her wedding as special as possible, she floored with a request.

“I’ve not told you everything about my first wedding night, Mark. You remember that I told you about Daniel doing it twice before he fell asleep and started snoring? Well ... that’s completely true, but before he fell asleep he tried to force his thing into my bottom.

“I was so tight and hurt us both so badly that he gave up and jammed his thing back in me until her came that second time. When I got away from him and locked myself in the bathroom, I was bleeding from both openings. The pain was horrible and it took hours before the blood stopped seeping out of me.

“Daniel kept blaming me, telling me that I was a failure at everything, and that I couldn’t even lay still long enough for him to ... he used a very bad word meaning to do it ... in my rear. For the rest of our marriage I lived in fear that he was going to finish what he started that night, but her lost interest in me so fast, that it never came up again...”

Abby handed me bottle of intimate lubricant that she had hidden under the pillows, and said, “I don’t have a hymen to give you, Mark. But I do have one place on my body that Daniel never took from me.

“I want to give it to you as a wedding gift...”

I’ve loved lots of women over my lifetimes. I was a god husband to every one of my wives and I loved them all very deeply, but I never loved any of them more than I loved Abby for what she had just said to me.

So I told her...

“Abby, you have no idea how much your gift pleases me. I want us to explore every corner of our sexuality, as long as you want to, and it makes sense. Thank you for the gift of your one remaining virginity. I promise to be worthy of such a momentous offering...

“But I won’t take it right now.”