by Dina Chapel
Marie had donned her nightgown and brushed her hair out. She waited on the edge of the bed for Frank to come back from checking on everything outside. The hands had offered to see to all the evening chores, but Frank wouldn’t be able to relax until he saw to it that everything had been tended to. Finally, she heard his steps on the stairs, then heard him go into the bathroom.
All three of the children were fast asleep, Marie having just checked on them not long ago. It had been a busy and eventful day and they were pretty tuckered out by bedtime. They had all fallen asleep quickly. It had been a busy day, but wonderful and a day that Marie was sure she would never forget.
They had all risen early and Frank had taken care of the morning chores while Marie made breakfast and dressed the children. Frank had gotten dressed and then watched the young’uns while Marie got herself ready.
When Marie donned Frank’s mother’s wedding dress, she felt like a princess. It fit her perfectly and she felt beautiful. Even Jack and Henry were caught speechless for a moment at how beautiful Marie was in that dress.
“Mama, you look pretty,” Jack had finally said and Henry smiled and nodded his agreement. Marie kissed and hugged them both, then kissed and hugged Emme, who just giggled. They all piled into Frank’s truck and headed into town.
The ceremony at the justice of the peace was short and sweet, with two of the clerks in the office serving as witnesses. Frank and Marie also inquired as to what they would need to do to formally adopt Jack and Henry. They were given instructions as to the necessary paperwork required; they planned to return to town the following week with the forms and make that official too.
Afterward, at Marie’s request, they headed over to the diner to have their wedding dinner. Marie wanted to see Dot and tell her the good news. Dot had been thrilled for her of course, and provided “wedding” cake for dessert on the house. Marie couldn’t have asked for a better day or a better husband than Frank.
Just then, Frank entered the room with his clothes still on, ‘ceptin’ that his suspenders hung down, resting around the sides of his legs.
Marie could barely look up at him, she was so nervous and really not wanting him to see how nervous she was.
He came and sat on the edge of the bed next to her and took her hand in his. “I know you must be nervous and maybe even a little scared about tonight,” Frank started. “I promise that I will do my best to make it good for you. It’s going to hurt you this first time—I’m sorry for that—but there ain’t nothing I can do to change that fact. I will try to make it as easy as it can be, and it will only hurt this once. Then it won’t never hurt again.”
Frank turned Marie’s face to his and kissed her and Marie relaxed a bit. “And there’s something else that I want to make clear to you. You already know that I am in charge in this house, Marie.”
Marie nodded her agreement.
“I just want to make clear that I am in charge in this marriage also. That includes what happens between us in this bed. I want to join with you every night when we lay down together. I want you to give yourself to me whenever we are together in this bed.” Frank paused a minute.
“Unless you’re sick or you’re heavy with child or you have your monthly”—Marie looked down and blushed at this—“we will be together in this bed. Am I making myself clear?”
Marie nodded and looked at him solemnly.
“The reason I’m telling you this is that some women, my late wife included, try to use what happens between a man and wife as a means of manipulation. A way to get what they want—or just get their way. I’m telling you right now that I won’t stand for none of that this time around.”
“If you’re upset about somethin’, with me or somethin’ else, we can talk about it and I will listen to you and do my best to work things out, but that won’t change the fact that we will still lie down together when all is said and done.”
“If’n you try—even once—to use what happens in this bed between us against me, I will cut a switch and wear it out on your behind. Am I makin’ myself clear?”
“Yes, sir.” It came out as a whisper. He was scaring her and she had already been scared to start. Plus she really didn’t know what he meant by what he was sayin’. How would she use what they was gonna do right now against him? It always made Marie nervous to agree to understanding something when she didn’t really understand. Then she just wasn’t sure when she might be doin’ somethin’ that she had previously agreed not to do. What if she did the thing that Frank was talking about but didn’t realize she was doing it?
He said he would switch her. Her daddy had switched her a few times and it was something she’d never forgot. It hurt so bad. Her thoughts began running circles around her head. Marie felt confused and scared and tired from the long (but exciting) day and nervous and…she burst into tears!
* * *
“I…I…d-d-don’t understand!” Marie looked directly at Frank through her tears, shaking her head, and he felt like she had kicked him in the gut. She also looked so sad that he felt like a true heel. Why had he chosen tonight to tell her all this? He should have waited for a better time. It was too much for her and he should have realized that.
Frank was just beginning to understand who Marie was. He should have known she would have no thoughts of playing marital games with him. She had so far proven herself to be a simple and honest young woman (with the exception of the lie about the boys, but he thought her heart was in the right place as far as that was concerned). If he could have reached around and kicked himself in the keester, he would have. He quickly gathered her into his lap and held her tight in his arms. “Hush now,” Frank soothed. “It’s alright, it’s alright.” He stroked her hair and back in an attempt to calm her and get her to stop crying. “I’m the one who doesn’t understand, Marie.”
Marie hiccoughed. “I don’t know what you mean, how I would use it against you and I’m scared—what if I do that and don’t know I’m doin’ it?” The tears started again. “I don’t want to get a switchin’, Frank, please!”
Frank couldn’t suppress a little smile. “I know you don’t sweetheart and, as long as you’re a good girl—which you are almost all the time anyway—I don’t see why I would have any reason to take a switch to your behind.” Frank adjusted Marie in his lap so that he could tilt her face up to his. He pulled a clean kerchief out of his back pocket and started drying her tears with it. “I’m sorry I brought it up and I want us to drop this subject right now. We can talk about it some other time and I’ll help you understand exactly what I mean.”
“Just the fact that you don’t really know what I’m talking about tells me something. It tells me you wouldn’t ever think to do that anyway. I don’t want you to worry about it no more, hear?” Frank tilted Marie’s chin up so she was looking him in the eye and fixed her with his sternest look. “And no more tears. This is meant to be a happy day, from start to finish. I’ve been lookin’ forward to being here with you in our bed all day. I’ve been lookin’ forward to making you my wife in every sense of the word,”—Frank started kissing her neck—“showing you how love between a man and a woman can be,” and then kissing her face, “how wonderful it can be to love,” and kissing her lips, softly, “and be loved.”
As he kissed her, Frank felt Marie relax against him. Her arms came around his neck and she let out a small moan.
Frank felt that moan like a shot straight to his manhood. He had already been hard since he had pulled her onto his lap, but now it was downright painful. It was all he could do to keep from throwing her down on the bed that very instant and driving into her full force. Instead, he very carefully picked her up and off his lap and placed her on her feet in front of him.
She stood between his knees, looking confused as to why she wasn’t on his lap anymore.
Frank reached down for the hem of her nightgown with both hands and carefully lifted it up and over her head. He tossed it on the chair next to the bed
and then shook his frustrated head. She was wearing underwear under her nightgown! Frank reached for the corset first, meaning to pull it up and over Marie’s head.
As he grabbed the hem, Marie tried to push his hands away. “Frank!” Marie protested. “What are you doing?”
“You’ll move your hands off’n mine right now, young lady,” Frank spoke gently, but firmly. “I aim to see my new wife—all of her.”
Marie was shaking her head and still holding his hands down.
“You’re beautiful, Marie. And I’m your husband now. It’s okay.” He tried to reassure her, but he also felt himself losing patience fast. He knew he couldn’t do that. He had to be extra patient with her, especially tonight.
Tonight was meant to be special. Frank took a deep breath to regain his calm and tried to remind himself of how important it was that Marie have a good experience this first time. She didn’t have any idea what to expect and she was very obviously scared of the unknown.
Frank turned his hands so that he was clasping hers in his. He squeezed her hands gently and looked at her intently. “I know this is all new and unexpected for you, but I want you to know that it’s okay for me to see you like this and it’s also okay for you to see me without my clothes on.” Frank smiled when Marie shook her head. “A man and woman who are married are meant to come together like this—and there should be nothing between them. That’s the way God intended for us to be.”
Marie didn’t look too sure about his reassurances, so Frank figured he should just proceed and she would learn by doin’. He made short work of removing the rest of her undergarments, even though Marie was still trying to stop him. It was a fruitless attempt, anyway. Frank could overpower her if he wanted to, even though he wouldn’t, but Marie seemed to realize that fact. She didn’t seem to try that hard to stop him. It seemed to Frank more like a good-girl instinct that she couldn’t help. Frank picked up a naked and nervous Marie and laid her on the bed.
She reached for the quilt and Frank took it from her grasp and laid down beside her.
He shook his head. “No covers, sweetheart,” Frank admonished her, wanting her to understand that this was part of their union. She needed to let go and give herself to him.
Frank ran his hand up and down her side, marveling at her beauty. She was gorgeous, head to toe. Her breasts were firm, not too big, not too small, and her raspberry nipples were already peaked. He leaned over her and took one in his mouth, suckling it and nipping at it gently with his teeth.
Marie gasped. She had reached for his head and held onto his hair; Frank gauged her reaction to his actions by how she was working her hands on his hair. Seemed she was enjoying what he was doin’.
He hated to have to stop, even for a second, but he did stop after a minute or so; Frank still had his clothes on and he needed to get out of them. Standing by the side of the bed, he quickly divested himself of his undershirt, trousers and, finally, his drawers.
Frank couldn’t take his eyes off Marie as he undressed. She was beautiful and so sweet. He smiled to himself as he watched her peek up at him through her eyelashes, then blush and quickly look down again. Frank knew that Marie couldn’t bring herself to be so brazen as to watch him undress, yet she couldn’t help but peek over every few seconds, either. She had most likely never seen a naked grown man before. And she didn’t seem to know where to look when Frank climbed back in bed and moved right up against her. “You’re beautiful, Marie,” he whispered as he got back to business on her nipples.
Marie raised her hips in response to what Frank was doing to her nipples with his tongue and teeth. Frank smiled. That was a good sign. She was responsive.
“Frank! Oh!” Marie cried out as he moved his fingers between her legs. Frank moved even closer as his mouth left her breasts to find her mouth. He kissed her, exploring her mouth with his tongue, in much the same way that his fingers were exploring her lower lips.
Frank slipped one finger inside Marie’s wet, hot, tight passage and felt himself losing control. He had to be in there, to have his cock in there. Now. He couldn’t wait.
He climbed over her, separating her thighs with his knees.
Marie wasn’t resisting in any way. She seemed ready. Her breathing was fast and heavy, her eyes searching his face. She seemed to know there was something they were working toward, but not knowing what it was, she was looking to Frank to tell her.
He’d show her instead. Frank kneeled between Marie’s spread legs and, bracing himself with one arm on the bed to her side, he used his free hand to run the tip of his cock along her pussy. She was soaked; she was ready.
Frank entered her slowly and, as he did, he watched as Marie’s eyes widened. He was stretching her and filling her up. Frank was well-endowed and fairly large when hard. He knew it was a lot for her to take. He was sure it was uncomfortable for her and he hadn’t even entered her all the way yet.
Frank stilled, wondering how to proceed. Should he go slowly or would that just be delaying the inevitable? It only took a moment for him decide; Frank pulled out a little and then reentered her all the way with one hard thrust.
Marie gasped and then whimpered and tears rolled down her temples.
Frank kissed them away. “Shh…shh…it’s okay, sweetheart, it’s okay.” Frank tried to soothe her; she was crying and whimpering. He didn’t move, just stayed deep within her, waiting for her to adjust.
“It hurts, Frank, please,” Marie cried. “Take it out.”
“Just give it a minute, I promise,” Frank soothed. “The pain will ease. It gets better.”
Marie just cried softly while Frank kissed her and stroked the side of her face with the backs of his fingers.
“I love you, Marie.” Frank looked right into her beautiful brown eyes.
“I love you, too, Frank.” And with that, Marie seemed to relax.
Frank pulled out a bit, and pushed back in again and it didn’t seem to be hurting her. He started pulling almost all the way out and reentering and picking up speed. It felt so good to be in her. He had waited so long to be with her this way.
Marie began to push her pelvis toward his thrusts and Frank nearly came undone.
“Sweetheart, I’m sorry. I’m not gonna last,” Frank bit out, and with that, he slammed into her and let out a loud groan. Frank collapsed on Marie and then quickly rolled to her side, gathering her in his arms as he did and holding her close.
Marie’s head rested on Frank’s arm and she sighed contentedly.
He kissed the top of her head. “It’ll be even better the next time, I promise, sweetheart.” Frank ran his hand slowly up and down Marie’s back. “It won’t ever hurt like that again. And I’ll make sure you’re satisfied.”
“I am satisfied with you Frank.” Marie sounded puzzled and Frank just smiled.
“You’ll see what I mean, honey.” He kissed her head again and they both fell asleep.
* * *
Marie woke slowly to the feel of Frank’s arms around her, his hands stroking her hair and back gently. It took Marie a moment to realize where she was and how she was situated, because she wasn’t on the bed.
The events of the previous day (and night) came flooding back in a rush and Marie felt a wonderful warmth spread through her insides at the memory of her wedding day and the realization that Frank was now her husband, forever.
She had never been this happy in her whole life. Or slept on anything this hard and lumpy.
Marie finally realized that she was laying face down on top of Frank. He must have pulled her atop himself while she was still sleeping.
“Frank?”
“Yes, sweetheart?”
“What time is it? I mean it’s still dark out; do we have to get up now?” He sounded wide awake, even though his voice was soft and deep.
Frank kissed her before answering. “No, Marie, we don’t need to get out of bed for a few hours yet.”
Now Marie was confused. She’d hav
e thought Frank would enjoy a good solid night of sleep after their long day yesterday and all the work he would need to catch up on tomorrow. “You should go back to sleep then, Frank,” Marie urged. “You’re goin’ to be awful tired in the morning if you lie awake half the night.” She heard Frank’s deep throaty chuckle in her ear.
“Sweetheart, that’s the best kind of tired I can think of—being tired from staying up all night with my beautiful new wife.” Frank chuckled again. “Marie, honey, I’ve been waiting so long to be with you the last thing on my mind is sleeping.”
Marie felt the blush creeping up her neck and face and was glad that the room was so dark and Frank couldn’t see it. Her blushing still embarrassed her, even though she knew she shouldn’t feel that way in front of her own husband.
Frank then kissed her again, thrusting his tongue in her mouth in a way that reminded Marie of the thrusting he had done just a few hours ago. His hands came down between her legs and gently spread them apart, so that her knees just barely rested on the mattress on either side of Frank’s hips.
Frank broke their kiss to take Marie’s breast in his mouth instead, sucking and biting, until Marie heard moaning and realized it was coming from herself.
She began to move on top of Frank, unable to be still with the feelings of want that he was creating in her. Marie pushed herself down a bit and felt Frank’s manhood pressed up against her open backside, hard and large. She moved back up and felt the cool night air on her most private places. It was embarrassing and yet felt good at the same time.
Then the night air was replaced by Frank’s fingers, gently caressing her from her lower back, down between her spread buttocks, where his finger lingered over her tiny rosebud, the hole he hadn’t entered. Not yet. Marie suddenly felt Frank’s finger pressing against her back entrance, then entering.