Margaret carries Jamie to her bedroom, before she reassures him

Jamie took his new wife's hand, warm tingles flooding up his arm as she took his in large, warm fingers. With a gentle pull she guided him out of the car that had driven the pair of them away from the short wedding reception and helped him step out onto a neatly tiled driveway. Jamie stood there, trembling with nervous anticipation under wearing his sweeping white wedding gown, with a hot blush coloring his cheeks. His gaze was fixed on Margaret in her smart black suit, her hand still holding his firmly by the wrist. The boy just couldn't look away, his heart pounding in his chest. She was his wife, this tall, handsome, curvy woman...and soon they'd be in bed together. He couldn't stop thinking about that, the moment when she'd take his first time and make him hers entirely. The thought had his dick shamefully stiff...only that was alright now, wasn't it? She was his wife, so he was supposed to be attracted to her. It wasn't slutty anymore to get hard around her.

"Well, here we are, my home, and now yours too, sweetheart." Margaret smiled tenderly at him, gesturing with her other hand behind her. Jamie managed to tear his gaze away to glance over her shoulder, a short little gasp escaping his trembling lips as he stared up at a tall brick townhouse, several floors at least, with a lovely garden to his right filled with flowerbeds. It was bigger and way nicer-looking than his family's home, and Margaret lived here all alone. "A little big, I know, but it was my parents' house." His new wife explained, giving his hand a little squeeze that made him gasp and blush even hotter. "I inherited it when they passed."

"Oh...I'm sorry." Jamie stammered awkwardly. He hadn't...known. No wonder he hadn't met her parents or family or anything at the wedding. Did that mean she was all alone right now?

"Don't be." Margaret sighed, her fingers entwining his own. "It was a long time ago. Now, let's get you inside, darling." She waved at the driver, who pulled the car back out and turned onto the road, then gently led Jamie by the hand up the pathway leading to the house. "I know we didn't have too traditional a wedding, but I've always liked the idea of carrying my husband over the threshold, for good luck." She continued, as she carefully unlocked the door with her free hand and swung it open, to reveal a long, carpeted corridor inside. "Can I do that for you, honey?" Her blue eyes flickered back to him expectantly.

"Oh...yes, of course." Jamie nodded quickly, the thought making his heart tremble. His wife gently pulled him closer, then reached down to grab his waist. He gasped at the fluttering tingle her firm touch through the dress woke inside him. Then, with such casual ease, she lifted him up off his feet and into her chest. Her arm slipped under his dangling legs to support them, while the other wrapped around his shoulders, holding him gently against her soft boobs. Jamie gasped, leaning in to cling to the front of her suit. He knew women were strong, but the way she supported his weight without a hint of strain set his heart fluttering and made his stiff dick ache even hotter under the silky lingerie beneath his dress.

"Oh, darling, you're so light." She smiled as she held him against her chest. "I think I could carry you forever if I wanted to."

"Um...I'd like that." Jamie murmured, gazing up at the handsome woman who held him in her arms like he was some precious treasure.

"You are so sweet, aren't you?" Margaret's smile widened, her blue eyes alight as she stared down at his face. "I can't wait to be alone with my new husband already." The words were innocent enough, but they still made Jamie squirm and flush in her arms, a tingling heat in his belly. He really hoped his wife didn't mind him having these naughty thoughts about her, or he was in for a sore butt once she found out just how hard he was right now. Still holding him so easily, Margaret stepped forward, crossing over the threshold into the corridor beyond. Jamie knew he should be glancing over the home, preparing himself for a life of domestic service to his wife, keeping her house clean and tidy and everything but he just couldn't take his eyes off her handsome face. "I'll show you around later, okay?" Margaret continued, making no move to put him down, even if it meant she had to awkwardly turn and reach around to him to close the door behind them. "For now, there should be a little something special waiting for us in my...sorry, our bedroom."

"A surprise?" Jamie gasped, his cheeks burning at the thought. Margaret just grinned at him, then stepped forward down the corridor with his slender body still held gently in her arms. The boy was helpless in her grip, he knew with how much stronger he was she could hold him there as long as she pleased, but he didn't mind in the slightest. In fact, it made him feel all warm and safe, and he found himself nuzzling into her soft chest as she headed up a flight of carpeted stairs higher into the house they now shared. Stepping onto a landing, she moved down another corridor, and then finally to a door waiting open. Jamie stirred as she ducked through, his wide gaze flickering over a large wooden double bed waiting at the far wall. He swallowed, his skin tingling. So here it was...the place he'd soon lose his virginity. Excitement, nervousness and worry warred within him, but with Margaret holding him in her arms he couldn't help but feel safe all the same.

His wife carried him over to the bed, then slowly leaned down, letting him slide out of her arms to land on his butt on the soft sheets. Jamie stared up at her as she stepped back, his wide gaze following her every move when she headed over to a shelf where there was a tall bottle of champagne waiting, with two crystal glasses on a silver tray.

"Now I know you're not quite old enough to drink, honey." She explained as she pulled the cork with a sharp pop. "But I think we can make an exception on your wedding night. And it'll help with those nerves that have you so fidgety right now." She poured out the two glasses and lifted them, before turning back to Jamie with a smile.

"I'm not...fidgety." The boy protested, fidgeting a little on the bed. Even though he was nervous about...what was about to happen, he didn't want her to think he was...ungrateful, or that he didn't want to get married to her. He did!

"Yes you are." She chuckled. "I'm a doctor remember? You're nervous, I can tell, but don't worry, I understand." Margaret stepped over to him and held out the glass filled with bubbling champagne. Jamie took it uncertainly, the glass cold against his fingers. "A boy your age and one as innocent as you, this must seem all very sudden." She continued, her eyes soft. "We don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with. As delicious as you are in that dress, I can wait until you're ready."

"You can?" Jamie gasped, gazing back up at her in shock. She was a woman though, women weren't supposed to be able to control themselves around men. And they were in her bedroom, on their wedding night. Now of all times she had to know they were supposed to have sex. Was it because he wasn't...attractive enough or something? The thought made his lips curl into an uncertain pout.

"Of course, not that it's going to be easy." Margaret grinned at him over the rim of her glass before taking a sip of the champagne. "But all the same, I'd like for you to be comfortable before we try anything." She nodded, then took another drink from her glass as she loomed over him, handsome and tall and strong. Not wanting to seem rude, Jamie hurriedly took a gulp of his own as well. It tasted strange, bitter and fizzy, but a strange warmth filled him as he drank more, making his head a little fuzzy. He felt his dick ache under his trousers, pressing tighter against the soft silk of his lingerie. Would Margaret...like him more if she saw him without his dress, wearing such pretty underwear? Would she...like him enough to want to take him after all, the way a new husband should be taken on his wedding night? The boy found he was very much hoping she would.

"Um...you don't have to wait..." He began nervously, but his voice grew a little more certain with every word. "I want...to try, with you."

"Oh, you do?" Margaret's eyebrow flickered up, genuine shock on her face. At the same time though, her pale cheeks flushed a little pink, and an eager light bloomed in her deep blue eyes. Jamie shivered under that heated stare, her lingering attention sending fluttering thrills through his needy body. "Are you sure?"

"Yes..." The boy nodded. "I'm your...husband." The word still felt strange, but it was growing easier to say. "I want to..." Margaret smiled eagerly, then downed the rest of her champagne, setting the glass carefully down on the bedside table. Jamie gasped as she sat down beside him on the bed. She plucked the champagne from his limp grip and set it down, before reaching out her hand to take his own. This time her skin on his seemed to send an electric shock through him, her fingers warm and firm as they held him tight.

"Well, I'm very happy to hear that, sweetie." She murmured, a lingering roughness in her voice that seemed to touch a place deep inside him and leave him whimpering with desire. His dick ached and twitched, but for once the shame of getting an erection was rather distant, firmly buried under the boy's quivering need to please this handsome, strong woman who he was married to. "I think I'm going to kiss you first." Margaret purred, as Jamie stared at her with limp, eager eyes. She leaned in over him, and covered his lips with her own.

Unlike their wedding kiss, this felt hot and hungry, her height and larger body pressing down on him, but there was still a lingering gentleness in how her mouth covered his and eased it open. He let out a muffled eager yelp as her tongue slid between his lips. A hot thrill flooded through him, and he found himself leaning into the kiss, his cheeks burning and his dick harder than it had ever been in his life before. Her hand still held his tightly, but her other arm slipped around his shoulders pulling him firmly into her. The strength in her body was just so amazing and sexy to the sheltered boy. He just wanted her to grab him like this and do as she pleased, all the time! By the time she drew away, leaving him gasping for air, those last lingering doubts had faded, and Jamie could think of nothing but eagerly offering himself and his precious virginity to his handsome, strong wife.

"Now, let's get you stripped, okay sweetheart?" Margaret grinned at him, her hand already reaching for the ties holding the white wedding gown on his slender body. She was flushed and eager, her large hands trembling slightly, but she paused a moment all the same and gave him a quick, questioning look. Jamie wasn't sure he could talk right now, so he just nodded frantically. "Good boy." She moaned hoarsely, her fingers already moving to strip him bare. "I can't wait see how cute you look out of this lovely dress."