"Clyde, with this ring, I thee wed, and I do promise to love, honor, and cherish you, in good times and bad, for richer or poorer, in sickness and health, until death parts us," I repeat, sliding his wedding band onto his finger.
"Clyde and Kerry, having proclaimed your love for in the sight of Almighty God and these witnesses here today, it is my pleasure to pronounce you, by the power vested in me, the great state of Louisiana, husband, and wife. You may now kiss the bride." Clyde kisses me like our lives depend on it. It's my pleasure to present for the very first time, Mr. and Mrs. Andrews."
We come together again, kissing. Just before we pull apart to walk back down the aisle together, he leans in really close to me. “Wife, you have no idea how happy you’ve made me.”
“You have no idea how happy you’ve made me, too,” I whisper back to him.
“It’s only just beginning,” he says as we walk from the sanctuary into the reception room.
It is only the beginning. We have the rest of our lives together, and I can’t wait to see what’s in store for us.
I got my dream wedding, my dream guy, and what is sure to be the life of my dreams. With Clyde by my side, I can do anything or nothing yet I know everything will be perfect.
epilogue
Clyde
thirty years later
“Why didn’t anyone tell me I looked like a crazy piece of meringue?” Kerry laments looking at wedding photos. Things have definitely changed in the last thirty years. Fashion, technology, movies. It’s all different now. At fifty-five, things even look different, but the one thing that hasn't changed is my love for Kerry. She’s aged gracefully.
“You didn’t, baby girl. You looked beautiful, and you’re so sexy now,” I tell her. Does she really not know? Does she really not know that she makes me hard a rock wherever I’m awake and even when I’m asleep. It’s only ever been her, and it only will be her.
“Hush, now. I’m a grandmother. Grandmothers aren’t sexy, Clyde,” she says, rolling her eyes. We have ten grandchildren between our five grown daughters, with four more on the way.
“Other grandmothers, maybe, but you are smoking hot, Kerry,” I tell her moving closer to her. I move toward her, my hard cock digging into her hip. I turn her to face me and take her lips in a searing kiss.
“Clyde.” She moans as she pulls her head away from me. I am so hard for her; I always am, even after all of these years. I’m always ready to fuck her again, but I need to taste her first. Kneeling, I lift her dress up as well as her left leg onto my shoulder. She never wears panties anymore. I’ve destroyed so many over the years that she felt it was financially irresponsible to replace them, and who am I to argue? I love having easy access to her. I bury my face in her pussy and run my tongue all along her slit. I reach up and slide two fingers into her and drive into her pussy until she comes all over my face. While she is still coming, I quickly stand and lift her up by her waist and push her back against the wall. I quickly open my pants and pull my cock out one-handed. Her legs wrap around my waist, and I enter her again with little resistance. She is so wet. She’s always wet for me. I pound into her while she screams down the house. I whisper every filthy thing I can think of in her ear. I trail kisses down her throat and leave more marks on her chest. I cannot get enough of her. I am close to coming.
“Kerry, baby girl, I need you to come for me. I need to fill this pussy again. This pussy was made for me. Only me.” I reach for her clit and pinch it until I feel her come all over my cock. I grunt harshly in her ear and release until I am empty. Only then do I gently put her feet back on the floor.
“What was that for?” she asks, fixing her dress.
“It’s just a little preview, baby girl.”
“A preview?” she asks, quirking an eyebrow at me.
“A preview of tonight in our bed,” I say just as the doorbell rings. Without waiting for us to answer it, a slew of grandkids pour into the house, followed by their parents. We’re having a barbeque for our youngest Halley’s birthday.
Last to enter are Kellen and Annika; they have been married for almost as long as we have. Turns out we were keeping a lot from each other for fear that the other wouldn’t understand.
My life is full and complete because of Kerry, and I wouldn’t change a damn thing.