Jamie wakes to a new life with Margaret

The next morning, Jamie stirred slowly, a warm, fuzzy feeling filling his chest. His head was resting against something soft and warm, what felt like a more comfy pillow than anything he'd ever slept on before. It took a moment for his sleepy mind to catch up and remember what had happened. He was married now...and he'd just spent his first night in bed with his new wife. They'd had lots of fun sex, going again and again until at last he was too tired to continue and she'd cuddled him into her chest and told him to get some sleep. It hadn't been slutty or bad of him to enjoy it either! He was her husband, so he was allowed to want her to straddle his cock and ride it hard until he was squealing with pleasure and filling her up with his cum. He was allowed to stare at her gorgeous naked, body and feel all hot and excited, or to long to kiss her all over her smooth, bare skin and show her how much he adored her.

His eyes fluttered slowly open, and he found himself staring up at her handsome, sleeping face. His head was resting on her bare chest, his cheek pressed against one of her huge, amazing boobs. He could feel her breaths rising and falling, the air escaping her lips tickling on his cheeks. One of her arms was wrapped gently around his slender body, holding him there. Jamie smiled, the widest and happiest smile he could remember in his whole life. This felt so perfect it made his heart ache. They'd barely known each other a few weeks since that first meeting in the cafe, and yet Jamie was already absolutely certain this was the woman he was supposed to spend the rest of his life under the care of, as her loving, devoted husband pleasing her in every way he could.

For a while he just lay there, safe and secure against his new wife's naked body. Margaret seemed to be slumbering deeply, and he didn't want to disturb her. Instead, the boy took the time to thoroughly absorb every single thing he was feeling right now, etching it all into his memory as much as he could so that he'd never forget any of it. How warm her skin felt against him, how her arm rested tenderly around him even as she slept, the softness of the mattress they were sharing. It all made him feel so safe and secure, he just wanted to lie here with her forever. Except...maybe have a bit more sex when she woke up of course, he didn't want that to stop!

At last though, the boy decided he'd probably better get up and start seeing to his husbandly duties. It was even more important now he be a dutiful man since his new wife was so kind, amazing and special. He had to make sure he was good enough that...she wanted to keep him. Jamie knew he wasn't there just yet, but he had to try his hardest to be the kind of husband a woman like her deserved, one who'd keep her house, make her life easier, and do whatever she needed without complaint or fuss. Even if it meant slipping out of her comfortable embrace now and off this lovely, warm bed to go make her coffee and breakfast, like a good husband should.

Still trying not to wake his sleeping wife, Jamie slowly eased himself back off her warm body. Her hand slid over his side as he wriggled away, dropping over him back on to the mattress. The boy froze as she mumbled something under her breath, too soft for him to hear properly, but one look at her face showed she was still deeply asleep. Good, he'd managed it. It'd be much better for his new wife if she could wake up to the food he brought her, and pleasing her was what he was supposed to do now. Jamie wriggled over to the side of the bed and slid off onto his feet. The boy shivered slightly at the cool air on his tingling, bare skin. He was...still naked, of course, and he didn't know where his clothes were. Apart from the wedding dress neatly folded over the dresser, and he was hardly going to try cooking wearing that.

Jamie bit his lip, wondering what he should do now. If he tried rifling around in the cupboards for his things, he'd probably wake up Margaret, and she looked so peaceful sleeping there under the blankets. Well, this...was her house, it was just the two of them here, so it might be okay if he just went and found the kitchen quickly even naked as he was. Hopefully there'd be an apron or something for him to wear. Hoping this wasn't as silly an idea as it felt, the boy shuffled away across the carpeted floor, turning once to give his slumbering new wife one last look before he stepped out into the corridor. He was blushing hot as he made his way down the flight of stairs she'd carried him up last night, remembering just how easily she'd held his weight against her ample chest. Jamie shook his head frantically as his dick started to ache and stiffen...now wasn't the time to get distracted by how sexy and amazing his new wife was. He was supposed to be making a good impression on her, and the last thing that was going to help with that was messing up his chores because he was too slutty to focus on proper husband's work.

At the bottom of the stairs, he saw the tiled kitchen through an open doorway and headed there, the floor cold against his bare feet. The room was a bit larger than the one in his parent's house, and looked well-stocked, though Jamie knew he would have to have a proper look through all those cupboards at some point and make sure he had everything he'd need to cook for his wife. As it was, he spotted a frilly white apron hanging from a hook in the corner and quickly pulled it on over his slender, bare chest, tying the strings just above his butt. It was just his size, so he had to guess Margaret had gotten it for him as a present, a thought that made him so happy he spent the next minute or so clutching his blushing cheeks and bouncing on the spot, feeling the gorgeous apron sway across his naked body. The soft fabric rubbed teasingly against his stiffening dick round the front, but he tried very hard to ignore that.

Rifling through the fridge once he was done playing around, Jamie was shocked to find there were a lot of ingredients already stocked, including some leftover meals in plastic containers. This didn't look at like he'd imagined a single woman living alone would keep her kitchen. It almost seemed like Margaret had been cooking for herself before he came. That was far too silly though, Jamie's Momma would never have cooked anything, and she'd told him in no uncertain terms that he'd better learn himself before he got married because his wife would be just the same. Maybe Margaret had a housekeeper who came round and made her meals for her. The thought made Jamie's lips curl into a little pout, a jealous prickly feeling in his chest. Well, she wouldn't need some other guy around anymore now she had him!

As much as he wanted to impress his new wife, the boy decided the first meal he cooked in this new kitchen had better be a fairly simple one so he didn’t risk messing up. Gathering up what he needed, Jamie hurriedly set to work whisking some eggs and cooking them with vegetables and bacon on the fancy electric stove into a nice omelette. It was a bit awkward working wearing this little apron, and he was very aware of the cool air on his bare butt, but he just about managed. Once he was done and seasoned with some pepper, he separated out about two thirds of the omelette onto a clean plate, along with two thick slices of buttered brown toast he'd made while they were cooking. Finally, he just about managed to get the fancy coffee machine to work. The rich smell of roasted beans tingled in his nostrils as he set everything up neatly on a tray he'd found. He'd never actually tried coffee before...but the smell was rather good. With that, he was finished. And there was still enough left in the saucepan for his own breakfast, once Margaret had had her fill of course.

Humming happily to himself under his breath, Jamie carried the tray back up the stairs, still wearing his lovely apron. He slipped carefully back into the bedroom, a smile blooming across his face as he saw his new wife was just stirring under her covers. The arm that had been wrapped around him stroked blindly around the mattress for a couple moments, before she let out a soft breath and her lovely eyes fluttered open. Jamie quickly held the tray out in front of him, presenting it to his new wife, as she sat up on the bed. The blankets fell down her naked body, and his eyes immediately flickered down to her huge, bare boobs. Now he knew just how soft they were and how good it had felt when she'd rubbed his cock while he sucked on her nipple last night, her breasts were even more distracting!

"Jamie, honey...?" Margaret murmured, reaching up to rub her eyes with one hand. "What are you...oh my!" Her eyes darted down to the tray in his hands, widening with shock as she stared at the food he’d set out for her. Jamie felt his heart skip a nervous beat, hoping frantically she'd end up liking the rather simple breakfast he'd cooked. Oh...he should have spent more time on it after all and made her a proper meal! "Is that breakfast? For me?" She smiled, her handsome face lighting up.

"Yes, darling." Jamie nodded quickly. "I made it for you."

"All by yourself in my kitchen? Oh, sweetheart you should have woken me, I could have shown you where everything was at least." Margaret sat up straighter, lifting her pillow up against the headrest to lean against behind her. She smoothed the blankets down, giving her a place "It was very sweet of you though." She smiled at him. As he stood there, trembling with relief at her approval, her eyes drifted down over his body, sliding past the hem of the apron. He saw another flicker of surprise on her face as she realized he was naked underneath. “Mmm, you look even more delicious than the food does darling.” She purred, giving his bare legs a lingering stare.

“Oh…thank you.” Jamie blushed shyly, though he found himself turning slightly from side to side to give her a better view around the side of the apron.

“Okay, bring that food here already, or I’m going to have to eat you up instead!” She laughed, beckoning him with a finger. Jamie squealed in delight, darting to the side of the bed. Carefully holding the tray, he climbed up beside her, holding it out to his new wife. Margaret took it from his hands and laid the tray down in her lap on top of the blankets, her eyes flickering over the food with obvious appreciation. “Oh, there’s only one plate. Where’s your breakfast, sweetheart?” She asked.

"Back in the kitchen." Jamie replied. She raised her eyebrow questioningly, and he found himself continuing. “Um…I thought as your husband, I should serve you first.”

“Nonsense, what’s the fun if we can’t eat together?” She shook her head firmly. Jamie glanced down, his lip starting to quiver. Oh no…he’d done something wrong after all! He’d thought that…was what she’d want from him! “Aww, don’t look so distraught, honey, I’m not mad at you.” Margaret sighed, reaching out a hand to stroke his bare thigh comfortingly. “I’d just feel bad for you if I was the only one eating while you had to wait. I’ve got it. Here sit right here beside me, there’s a good boy.” She guided him closer with that hand, before pulling up the covers so he could slip his legs back in next to hers. Soon, he was resting right against her side, feeling her smooth, bare skin on his own. “Now…” She grabbed the knife and fork and speared a piece of the omelette, before lifting it up towards his face. “Open wide.”

Jamie obeyed, opening his mouth. She slipped the fork and food past his lips, letting it slip off onto his waiting tongue. He chewed and swallowed, with her watching and smiling at him the whole time. The boy found himself leaning more into her side, very much enjoying the comforting, warm presence of her body beside his. Not to mention he could sneak as many shy little looks at her huge, amazing boobs and muscled shoulders as he wanted.

“Thank you, darling…” He replied once he’d finished that little mouthful.

“Now, I’ll try some.” She nodded. Jamie waited, heart in his mouth as she took a forkful of omelette for herself and lifted it to her full lips. It had tasted good enough to him…but what if she didn’t like it? “Mmm, that’s really very good.” She murmured, as she set the fork down, turning her head towards Jamie. "Nice and smooth, much better than any omelette I've ever made. Well done, my little chef." She cooed.

"Oh...no, it was nothing, really! Just a simple dish." Jamie stammered, feeling like he was about to float up into the air on a pillow of warm delight. She liked his food! He'd done it after all! Maybe...he really could be a good husband for her, even if he didn't know much of anything. His mouth was open and ready as she lifted another portion up to feed it to him, his eyes glowing with happiness and devotion as he stared up at the handsome face of his new wife. Last night had been the very best night in his entire life! And already today was looking like it was going to be just amazing as well. How did a silly boy like him end up so lucky? He had no idea, but...as he eagerly watched Margaret swallow another bite of the food for herself, before lifting the cup of coffee to her lips and taking a long sip, he silently promised himself he'd be the very best husband to the woman he already loved with all his heart that he could!