by Mia Madison
I have to try not to cry, because it’s my wedding day, and I can’t think about any of the things that happened in the past, about my parents not being here, about old quarrels. This is all about the future, my future with Ward.
When my eyes meet his, he’s all I can focus on, and all that matters are the words he whispers in my ear telling me how much he loves me, and our vows as we declare our love to everyone there. He looks at me when we are finally married, as if he can’t quite believe it, and then he spins me around and kisses me, and the congregation laughs.
Why does it seem like I’ve been with Ward a lifetime at this point when it has only been a few months? Maybe because I have wanted him so long.
At the reception, Martin gives a proud brother speech, and says how happy he is that I am marrying his old friend, and that I have found not only new love but a new career. I am training as a nurse. I think I might specialize in midwifery. Although looking after my grouchy older brother gave me the idea I’d like nursing, I love the idea of bringing new life into the world more.
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“It won’t put you off having babies of our own?” Ward asks one day, after I achieve my ambition to start training as a midwife and come home from the hospital excited by another birth.
“Not so far. I only have to watch the faces of the parents and the love they have for their newborns to know I want that for us.”
“I’m glad about that, because I want to have babies with you,” he says.
We never talked about having children. I just assumed we would. “Thinking about it, we had better start making babies now, before you get too old and gray to run around after them.”
And he laughs. “Less of the old, you. I should spank you for that.”
“So you keep promising.”
He stops. “I do, don’t I? Right, then.” We’re in the kitchen, but that doesn’t stop him. He sits on a chair right there and pulls me over his lap.
I can’t stop giggling. “I didn’t mean now.”
“Well, I do, Mrs. Stevens. You can’t complain I make promises and don’t follow through anymore. I always keep my word. These come off.” He pulls my panties down, and I gasp. He really means it.
He spanks me once, sharply, and it stings. I’m not sure if I like it or not, but it’s hot that we’re finally doing this, and I raise my hips for more.
After five, my ass cheeks are glowing, probably my face, too. But there’s another kind of heat going on, one working right through me, making me needy.
Ward
When I threaten to spank Alyssa, it’s always been a joke, but neither of us is laughing now. She’s lifting her ass, ready for my hand, moving about on my lap, making me hard.
I dip my fingers between her legs. Fuck! She’s wet.
“You really like this, dirty girl.” I laugh. “That’s good, because you deserve at least ten more. This has been long overdue, obviously.”
“I didn’t know it would be like this. I just wanted to try it,” she says.
“Of course you did.” My beautiful wife always jumps in where angels fear to tread. New hot curry dishes that make her eyes water, new career, new husband. Yet here we are—happy as sand pies in summer.
She shifts position on my lap. “Another.”
“Mrs. Impatient. Right, you asked for it, but tell me to stop if it gets too much.”
I spank her another four or five times before stopping to stroke some of the sting away.
“I think you’ve had enough for now.”
She pouts. “Don’t stop. I’m just getting into it.”
And so I don’t. I don’t stop until she begs me to fuck her, and it’s so hot hearing those words from her mouth, knowing I drove her to say them with my hand on her ass and her over my lap, that I am rock hard, fit to explode.
This is all kinds of wrong, yet right too. Messed up right, but somehow it doesn’t matter, if it’s what she wants. I’d do anything for her.
I bend her over the kitchen counter and take her hard from behind, wrenching open her blouse. Buttons fly off everywhere but neither of us cares. All that matters is her and me, the scent of sex and of her and the primal sounds of our love-making filling the air.
It’s wild, unrestrained, and raw. When we come, we lose ourselves completely in the moment, in each other, and it’s only when we recover we notice where we are.
“Just as well no one overlooks our kitchen,” she says, laughing. “Remind me to shut the curtains next time you come home from work. Imagine if one of the neighbors had popped over.”
“Maybe they did,” I tease. “I guess they’d have gotten the message pretty quickly it wasn’t a good time to visit.”
“I can’t even think about that,” she says. “Anyway, I’m going to get cleaned up before you get any more ideas.”
That’s when I remember we have a reservation.
“You’d better be quick. I’ll call the restaurant and tell them we’ll be a bit late.”
“Oh,” she says, “I forgot we were going out. I guess we have to go, even if it’s sad.”
“Yes, we do.”
It’s the last night for Bello Italiano, where we met. The guys are going back to Italy to open a hotel in Liguria where they still have family. We’ve promised to visit next summer, but they are having one last Valentine’s Night blowout with all their favorite customers.
I kiss my wife and stroke her hair, remembering the start of it all.
“I can’t believe we just did that,” she says.
“You want to try it again, just to make sure you weren’t dreaming it?”
“We really should go and get ready,” she says.
“I know, there’s always later.”
“You’re insatiable.”
“Right back at ya.”
She laughs. “That may be true, but right now I’m going to have a shower and put on my best dress for the Romano brothers’ party.”
“Only for them? I’m hurt,” I joke. “It’s our second Valentine’s Day together.”
“No, not only for them. And for you, I’m putting on the underwear set you bought me in Paris.”
Our honeymoon I’ll never forget.
Alyssa
We have been going back to the restaurant ever since we met there. They have long since had the locks in the bathroom replaced with ones that are less likely to jam. The place is full of heart-shaped balloons tonight.
The Romano brothers wish us Happy Valentine’s Day. We give them a farewell gift and feast on a wonderful Italian banquet with all kinds of dishes not on the usual menu.
As we drink our coffee, Paolo says they have a gift for us, so that when the place changes hands, we will still remember them. The brothers gather around while we open the present. It’s a small frame with a collage of pictures of the restaurant and them, and I laugh because they added photos of the sign to the Ladies and of the offending door.
“And look, just in case you ever forget, there’s this.” Marco Romano hands me another gift in a small box wrapped in sparkling paper with a ribbon. I’m puzzled what’s inside, but when I open it, I find a paperweight, with a bathroom door lock set into the resin, and I burst out laughing. “Is this the one?”
“The very one,” Marco says.
I give them all a thank you hug.
As they go off to deal with their other customers, Ward laughs. “So now we have the reason and place we met preserved forever.”
“As if I could forget any moment with you,” I say. “I love you.”
“And I you,” he says. “Forever and always. Happy Valentine’s Day.”
And we clink glasses and drink to all the future Valentine’s Days we’ll share.
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