Eventually, the party wound down. Those who stayed — and there were quite a number of them — hooted us out into our waiting limousine, which sporting bright “just married” ribbons left no doubt about the status of its occupants. Unusually we had a female driver. We had booked a room for the night at the Waldorf Astoria Hotel in Manhattan.
As soon as we got onto the highway we hit traffic. I expected the trip to take about an hour. The first thing that Sally did as soon as we started to move was to take off her shoes.
“God, those were killing me.”
“Maybe you should have danced less.”
“Ha. You were enjoying it. Especially watching me dance with the other guys.” I was surprised by that comment, but it was true. She was having a good time and while the men of her family were surrounding and hugging me she often went to the dance floor with a succession of men I had never met. Nothing inappropriate, from what I could see, but I was still a little jealous and turned on. I guess she noticed my reaction, maybe even wanted it.
“You flirt.”
“Never. I’m all yours now.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Less concerned about her outfit, which was wilting anyway, she drew close to me. I reached over to the bar and made us both a vodka and tonic, with ice. I was so busy during the ceremony that I hardly had anything to eat or drink and I really could use something to settle down just a little. I handed her a glass, which she also took gratefully. The barrier between us and the driver was up and I put some mellow jazz on the sound system. The limo was equipped with its own iPod — on which my friends, I later found out, preloaded the music that I liked — a nice touch. We both sipped our drinks, looking out over the water of Jamaica Bay. She finished her drink and lay down with her head resting on my lap looking up at me, her veil still on but up over her face. She put the drink down.
“Wow,” she said, “that was great. What did you think?”
I was a bit overwhelmed but thought that it was very important that I agree with her.
“Uncle Bill seemed to like you.” I had no specific recollection of Uncle Bill other than that he was one of a group of about ten of her uncles who at one point cornered me and put me through a grueling test of my mettle which I was quite sure I didn’t pass.
“How do you think your parents liked it?” she asked.
“I think that they were a little… outside their element. But they seemed to enjoy themselves.”
“Oh, it was just so perfect, Steven. Just like I imagined. I really, really, appreciate your parents paying like they did. You have to let them know that.” My parents actually did not expect that her family would have to invite 200 relatives and were shocked, but gracious, when they received the bill. And especially the bar tab.
“They were delighted to do that. I’ll let them know, but you can too.”
“I would be embarrassed.”
As she was talking she lay her head on my lap. My hand was on her stomach and she was moving her head slowly from side to side. I’m not sure if she was doing it on purpose but I was growing increasingly aroused. She seemed not to notice as my cock expanded against the back of her head.
“The food was great too, didn’t you think?”
I was finding it hard to pay attention. Her large eyes, still framed with mascara, were so sexy and my hands were now moving up her stomach over her well-clad breasts.
“I did manage to taste the roast beef. It was good.”
“Mmmmm. And they did a good job on the cake.” She paused and then changed topics.
“Did you see your friend Tom with Jane?” Actually, I did notice them. Tom was big and well-built and always possessed a great amount of self-confidence. He never seemed to lack for female company. I saw him and Jane dancing closer than most of the other couples. His hand was moving freely over her back.
“That was brave with John in the room.”
“I don’t know if he even knew.”
“Still. And Jane was into him.”
I laughed. “Everyone is into Tom.”
“I saw him run his hand up her thigh and whisper something in her ear. And then I couldn’t find them anymore.”
Tom and Jane slipped out together. I wasn’t particularly surprised. Her eyes sweetly met mine.
“I bet they fucked,” she said.
Something about the innocence with which she said that sent a jolt through me. I couldn’t control myself any longer. I lifted her head slightly and undid my pants, letting my erect cock out.
“I need your mouth, Mrs. Winthrop.”
“Do you now,” she said, teasing. She was about to say something else when I turned her head (and body with it) and shoved my cock into her mouth.
“Mmmmm…” she said, as I thrust into her, my hands on her no long as well-coiffed hair. I had no time for a slowly, teasing blowjob. I just wanted to take this sweet, innocent, dirty talking, beautiful woman whom I loved and who was wearing a sexy white wedding dress and fuck her mouth. As we made our way through Rego Park, I was attempting to get my cock as far down her throat as I could. She indicated that she wanted to come up for air and I let her.
“My girlfriends told me about this,” she said cryptically. She reached down and took her glass. She slipped a few of the melting ice cubes into her mouth and then went back down on me.
Hallelujah! I thought that I had gone to heaven as a wavered on the edge of carnal consciousness. The ice was clinking in her mouth and against my cock as she began to move her head, fast, up and down. I began to moan.
“Everything all right back there,” a sultry voice said. I saw that the barrier between us and the driver was down just a tiny bit (did I really not see that?). I could make out the drivers eyes in the rear view mirror looking at me. That was just too much.
“Fuck!” I said as I started to spurt my come into her mouth. We had not seen each other that week in preparation from the wedding and I did not masturbate during that time either, hoping to make tonight special. As a result, I was overly sensitive and horny and my orgasm was intense. I could still make out the driver watching as Sally swallowed rope after rope of my creamy seed, gagging slightly. A little escaped from her mouth and dribbled down my shaft. She ran her tongue down, catching what she originally missed, and swallowed that as well. I didn’t ask how the vodka-flavored ice changed the taste.
“That was amazing, baby.”
“Mmmm. I’m glad you liked it.”
“Can I satisfy you?”
“Don’t worry. You will.”
Chapter 18
We pulled into the hotel and a valet was quick greet us by name.
“Mr. and Mrs. Winthrop. We’ve been expecting you.”
Sally and I looked at each other. Suddenly, the marriage seemed so real. There was a lot of activity around the limo dealing with our luggage. I suddenly noticed the limo driver next to me. Now, in the light, I could see that she was pretty. As Sally was dealing with a question from one of the valets, I felt the driver slip her card into my hand.
“That was so hot,” she whispered. “I’d love to take your big cock in my mouth. Call me sometime.” By the time I could turn around she was back in the limo and beginning to pull out. I was flushed and a little unsettled, but I also felt good. Confident. Sally was on her own cloud and didn’t notice.