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"It doesn't matter, Joseph," I assured him. "I want you." He hugged me so tight, I thought I might pass out.
An hour later, Joseph and I were in his borrowed car, racing down the highway to our wedding. He never did tell me how he'd arranged all this, and I wasn't asking. I thought we would have plenty of time to talk about such things later . . . like a whole lifetime.
The small house where we found ourselves was quaint and homey. They'd even made the ceremony room look like a chapel, with lovely windows and a small pulpit. The Justice's wife had placed fresh cut roses on a table nearby, so the fragrance of roses will always remind me of that night. I almost felt as if I was in church, but it wouldn't have mattered, I knew this was the most right thing I'd ever done, even though we seemed to be doing it in secret. Just Joseph, me and these two strange people that made it all legal.
Joseph was so strong, standing there next to me. Everything I loved about him seemed right on the surface, vibrantly emanating from his commanding form. There was nothing subdued, nothing hidden away, nothing held back. He was taking control of our lives in a time that seems so often out of control, and I will always relish that moment of decision.
When we walked out into the night again as husband and wife, it seemed that I breathed differently than I had before. The air smelled different, the night looked more robust, the world seemed more in order, like this was the way things should be. I had something at last that I could count on. I've never felt quite like that, and it was glorious.
Mrs. Darnell would likely say that this was the first flushes of that amorous "husband- wife" feeling, but I know that it was more than that.
I have to admit that I had terrible jitters as we made our way further down the highway, toward the small motel where Joseph arranged for us to stay. It was an absolutely perfect place tucked away in a lovely forest. We had a little cabin all to ourselves, so I could almost imagine it our first home. I'll never forget it.
The tension was mounting in me, raging like some out of control beast. Every time Joseph touched me, I tingled everywhere. He carried me across the threshold and we landed on the bouncy big bed, laughing and kissing all the way.
Married! I couldn't believe that it had just happened, and we could breach that final gap in our lives.
And oh, what a racy moment it was!
Joseph was gentle but firm, slowly removing my clothes, my dress first so that he held me while I was just wearing my silky slip. His hands were places they had never been before, against my breasts and hips and upper thighs. The flood of energy that filled me sent me to some place I've never been, some place so out of my mind, all I could think of was going farther still.
I caressed my husband back, relishing the strength of his muscles, his firm hard chest, and arms. There were still places that I was too tentative to explore. Such a novice I am at making love. I felt a little foolish not knowing what to do, though that didn't seem to matter, following the pleasurable impulses was all that Joseph could ask.
Removing my slip, I watched my husband's eyes. He backed away for a minute, and looked down at me. Slowly, with deft fingers he removed my bra. My nakedness was new to us both. I shouldn't have been so shy, since he'd already had such an intimate knowledge of my bottom, but I still was. All this was for different purposes, a new kind of intimacy that we were sharing.
He loved my breasts as if they were some special treasure; and he fondled them very carefully, almost as if they might break. And then, removing my panties, Joseph didn't wait to see what was underneath in the dim light that surrounded us. Instead, he parted my thighs, and I found him seeking entrance to the soft juicy place between them.
I hurt, and that surprised me, though he was very gentle, easing off and being careful. We rocked tightly together for a long time, until I was more comfortable, and my own body was moving to some end it craved. I cannot write everything that happened; there was so much, so much to share all at once, I was overwhelmed.
We slept for a while after the first time, then stirred all through the night, picking up where we'd left off, and beginning again. I couldn't get enough of his flesh, nor he of mine.
When we woke the last time, there was a stripe of sun across the bed, its hot fire burning my naked thigh. I jerked for a moment realizing where I was and what I was doing, sleeping with this man I loved, my husband. Married! I could hardly believe it. This was the first morning of a very new life.
Melanie looked up from the book realizing that she was playing with herself, the erotic tale had so inspired her, she was fingering herself so she was nearly orgasmic. There was a hot lust in that love of her Aunt Daisy and Joseph, something she'd known many times with Tony, even though her love seemed a little clouded at the moment.
Unable to stop reading, Melanie continued on, letting the words of the journal continue to arouse her.
I should have guessed that before this honeymoon was over that Joseph and I would have some spanking altercation. After all, we never went too many days together that I didn't do something that would infuriate my love, and send me swiftly over his lap. Being married wouldn't be any different.
It was just so unexpected, after all the robust love making and tenderness we were sharing.
Toward the end of the second day of our marriage, I knew that this time together was fast approaching an end. The following day, Joseph had be back at the base by five o'clock, which meant that he'd have to have me home by mid-afternoon to make it back on time. The thoughts of leaving him were making me edgy.
Joseph had returned to our room from the diner with our evening meal; we didn't want to leave our lovenest, it was much too sweet there to ever leave.
"You want the turkey or the ham?" he asked when he spread the sandwiches out on the table.
"I wanted roast beef," I told him.
"Darling, they didn't have roast beef," he answered kindly. I think he already knew that I was on edge about parting, but he remained patient with me.
"Of course they had roast beef, you just forgot to ask."
"Daisy, I'm sorry, but this is what we have. You want me to go out again?"
I was pouting nastily.
"I don't think I'll eat anything. I'm not really hungry."
