Married again

After that big weekend at the end of February, things calmed down (by my standards) as we headed into march, 6 months since I had gotten this reward. I still couldn't believe it. Everything as going fine in my life, except that since that night Charlie and I had been rather distant (not mad or anything just more businesslike that before). This was mostly my fault, as of course Charlie didn't see anything wrong with it. Beth and Charlie had had that lunch and the promised discussion, though I think Beth was surprised I hadn't made Charlie forget, as Charlie commented on how she had talked around the topic till Charlie brought it up. After that, they were occasionally known to talk about my relationship with Beth, which Charlie was perfectly fine with, and even gave some tips. Beth and I stopped worrying about if Charlie was home or not when we fucked, as she just went about her business as we did ours. Although it was interesting talking to my wife about taxes as I railed my neighbor on the couch. Just as I had done about Melissa, though, my kids were always conveniently absent when we were at my place for sex.

In early March, I finally gave in and married Sharon. Of course this meant I was married twice, but I made sure no one had a problem with it and also kept everyone on both sides of things (excluding Beth) from noticing any issues like my dividing my time between the two families (plus a I played with time a bit). Sharon had become steadily more explicit in her efforts to get me to the altar since that weekend; doing it in her living room seemed to be the 'go' signal for her, and she wanted commitment. I considered altering her mind on the subject, maybe having us perpetually courting, but decided to just give her what she wanted. Being married to her would be nice, even though I didn't love her the way I loved Charlie when we got married, and it would make her happy. I knew we could always break up amicably later without the pain that had gone on in her first marriage if we wanted.

I gave Sharon an unlimited budget to stage a wedding and reception, and she had a great time planning things, even though it was a bit quick (just 3 weeks), and I had fun watching her. She may have learned the value of money from her experiences with her first husband and almost going broke afterward, but she could still spend like a champion when given a budget, and better still she was good at using said budget well, even when it was technically infinite. I actually think the wedding came in at a somewhat reasonable cost given how extravagant it was. She found a church and organized a dinner/reception at a Country Club. The guest list was lengthy. Some of the people invited knew about my other family and might have wondered how I was getting married again without a divorce, but I had made everyone unable to register this issue, so even those who knew me well showed up and congratulated me like I was a bachelor. The funny part is that they even talked about Charlie and the kids with me and Sharon, and neither them nor Sharon registered anything unusual about it. I may have upgraded a lot of the wedding gifts subtly, though, to make Sharon happy.

The ceremony was beautiful, and Sharon looked great in a designer wedding gown of off-white. Cassie and Elizabeth were flower girls and were looking good in grey copies of their mother's dress, though with less cleavage showing then hers (not that they still weren't tight enough to give me a good view). The church was beautifully decorated, and Sharon had obviously done a great job of planning the whole thing. The highlight for me, however, was at the end of the ceremony.

As we exchanged vows, I extended the kiss with a good feel of Sharon's breasts and butt. Then she bent over the communion rail while I pulled up her long dress and pulled down her panties. She spread her legs wide apart and reached behind to open her pussy lips, showing herself to the gathered crowd. "You may fuck the bride," the minister intoned solemnly, like this was all normal. Everyone was watching with rapt attention (of course I had made sure no one under 18 was in attendance). I slid my cock into her wide-open pussy. "Are you ready, Mrs. Mallory?" I asked, drawing a smile from the minister. She got a good grip on the railing with both hands. "I'm ready, Mr. Mallory," she replied, looking back at me with love in her eyes. I grabbed her ass cheeks and slid my cock out, then drove it in hard, causing the railing to rattle worryingly (I quickly reinforced it). She moaned softly, then turned to offer encouragement, as I went out and in again and again. "Do me, Tom," she said, as I pressed her into the rail. She was on top of it now, it serving as a shelf for her breasts, which had popped out of her low cut dress and were bouncing back and forth from the **** of my thrusts. "I want it hard." I looked to the minister, who waved his assent, and she got it hard. She began grunting with each successive thrust as I slammed her harder and harder, and soon she was pushing back to meet the strokes and whining with lust as she neared her climax. Her cries rose in pitch to a wail, her body began to shake, and everything inside her began to contract. I responded by filling her with my juice, slamming into her hard enough that the railing definitely would have failed if I hadn't made it stronger.

I pulled my cock out and stepped away from her, and Sharon opened up her cunt to show my cum dripping from her vagina, as everyone thought was traditional at weddings. There was an excited buzz in the church as the guests were all properly impressed with our efforts, and we received applause. We headed down the aisle, Sharon's dress back in place (but everyone knew I leaking out of her under it), and walked back down the aisle as everyone congratulated us. Sharon was beaming. The reception was equally nice, and I was having enough fun that I only had fucked one waitress over the table while cutting the cake (probably not the cleanest slicing job ever).

Based on "My Reward" by Azil