Date: Wed, 7 Sep 2016 16:46:03 +0000
From: Nikkie Silk <nikkie.silk@outlook.com>
Subject: The Wedding Part 5    TV

The Wedding Part 5

I don't think I have ever been as scared in my life as when I heard the
key turn in the front door lock. I looked up at Marcus, whose eyes must
have been as wide as mine. If it was my mother, I would undoubtedly be
thrown out of the house and cast into one of the deepest pits of hell.
If it was Sophie, it would be less dramatic, she would probably just
kill me.

I heard two voices outside, and it was with a sigh of relief I heard
Naomi's voice shouting Aunt Sammy. It must be Caroline with her, so I
whispered to Marcus to stay there and be quiet. He nodded and started to
pull his trousers back on. I desperately tried to get my bra back on
properly and pull my t-shirt back over my head. I tried to straighten my
hair as I heard Naomi shout for Aunt Sammy once more. I pulled my
t-shirt straight and walked out, firmly closing the door behind me.
Naomi hugged my leg when she saw me and I tousled her hair. Caroline was
in the living room, shot me a look, then at the two glasses on the
table.

Hello little sis, she said, and was I having company tonight whilst
mother was out. I felt my cheeks warm, and I said nice to you see you
too. She grinned, stood up and taking a tissue she wiped something from
the corner of my mouth. You should be careful Sammy, but I suppose you
can't get pregnant. I was now beetroot red and angry at the
thoughtlessness of her remark. She said that she wasn't going to tell
mother what I got up to, but she wanted to know if I could sit for Naomi
tomorrow night? Naomi squealed and asked me to please say yes. Of course
I will I said to Naomi, I would love to see her anytime. I knelt down
and got a huge hug from her. Caroline said she had forgotten to say
thank you for me buying Naomi the new dress and shoes. What had that
been for?

We went on an adventure, piped up Naomi. I winked at her, hoping she
wouldn't go any further and said to Caroline, it was the wedding of a
friend of mine at work. He and his husband were married at the Registry
Office. I hope she didn't mind me taking Naomi. God, no, said Caroline.
She hugged me, said be good sis, and they both left, Naomi skipping and
waving at me down the corridor.

My heart rate started to return to normal, and I went back to my room
where Marcus was sitting on the bed, now fully clothed again. I grinned
and said alarm over, they've gone. He looked at his watch and my heart
sank, knowing that gesture meant I'm going now.  I sat on his lap,
nuzzled his neck and asked him in a whisper if he really had to go. He
nodded and said he was sorry, but yes, he had to go.

I kissed him and asked when could I see him again? He said he would call
me, and my heart sank again. I also knew what that normally meant. I
walked him to the door where we kissed once more before I let him out
and watched him walk down the street until he disappeared around the
corner. I returned to my room and collapsed on the bed. I couldn't even
catch a break, I thought. I had been so close to having him, and then
nothing. I sighed, then leant over and retrieved the dildo and lube from
the bedside.

I woke the next morning tired after a fitful night's sleep. As manager
of the beauty hall I have to look better than everyone else, so I spend
a lot of time getting my face on in the morning. I normally love the
whole process, but this morning I couldn't even raise the enthusiasm for
that. The morning dragged, and I was constantly checking my phone for
messages. I was so distracted people were asking me if I was OK. Today
was also the day I was going to resign and that was worrying me too.

After lunch I told my Director who, although pleased for me on the
surface, I could tell was annoyed as I had done a great job for them. By
the time I left work I still had no word from Marcus and I was on the
point of texting him when I got a call from Sophie. Could we meet
tonight to discuss the business, she asked. I told her I had Naomi, so
she said she would come across to the house. She also told me she
thought Caroline was taking me for granted as a babysitter. Sophie and
Caroline had fallen out a year or so back, and Sophie didn't cut her any
slack. I told her it was OK; I liked looking after Naomi and it was my
decision on what I did with my time.

She arrived at seven o'clock as I was listening to Naomi read. Her
reading was in my opinion way above what was normal for her age, but I'm
not at all biased, of course. Sophie and I talked whilst Naomi watched
The Little Mermaid for the umpteenth time. Sophie nodded at Naomi and
said that I was so good with her. I shrugged and didn't know what to
say, but it made me feel good inside. We discussed the ideas I had for
the Trans Girl business, and Sophie appeared to like what I had in mind.
She asked about the funding I had mentioned and I kicked myself for
saying anything about it to her until it was more definite.

At that moment the film had reached the wedding of Ariel and Prince
Eric, and Naomi asked me loudly over the sound of the film why Marcus
hadn't got married in church. My face froze, and I wanted the ground to
open up beneath me. Sophie looked puzzled, saw my face and then without
taking her eyes from mine, quietly asked Naomi what she meant. Naomi had
turned round by this time, and could see by the look on my face she had
said something she shouldn't and started to cry. I told her it was OK,
that she hadn't done anything wrong, and to come and sit with me. She
buried her head in my chest and I wrapped my arms around her.

Sophie's face was like thunder. In an ice cold voice she asked outright
if I had gone to the wedding and had I taken Naomi. I nodded, and she
looked away, then asked me what the hell did I think I was doing, taking
Naomi, was I mad? I made a face, trying to get Sophie to shut up for
Naomi's sake. I told her, as calmly as I could, I wanted to go because
he had done so much for me back then. My voice tailed off as I saw
Sophie's face darken even more. I said Caroline had asked me to look
after Naomi that day, so I took her along. Something in Sophie's mind
clicked, and she said that the girl in the photo really had been Naomi,
so why hadn't I said anything when she mentioned it in the car.

I said I thought it would upset her. She exploded, told me that it upset
her even more to find out her sister had been lying to her. Naomi
started to cry again and I glared at Sophie. She dropped her voice and
asked if he had seen me. I put my fingers to my lips to keep her quiet
because Naomi was still upset. Sophie stood up and said she was going,
we needed to talk tomorrow. She walked off without even a goodbye to
Naomi.

I stroked Naomi's hair until she stopped crying and fell asleep. I
managed to move her to one side so I could lay her down on the sofa and
cover her with a blanket. What had happened was my fault, not hers. I
should never have taken her with me to the wedding. I had made her an
unwitting accomplice to my scheme, and it had backfired horribly. I made
myself a drink and flopped down on the chair. What a screw up I thought.
If there was a way in which I could make a bigger mess of things, I
couldn't think of it. The phone beeped, it was Caroline. She was
breathing heavily and sounded strange. Could I look after Naomi for
tonight? She promised she would pick her up in the morning. I had the
feeling that she was actually being fucked whilst she was talking to me.

There were times when she disgusted me. For Naomi's sake I said yes, but
warned her she had better be here early to pick Naomi up.

I held the phone and thought about calling Marcus when it went off,
almost making me wet myself.. It turned out to be him anyway; he said he
had to be quick, but could we meet tomorrow evening, He would text me
the place tomorrow. I hesitated, unsure whether this was wise, but then
said yes, OK. He hung up the call and a wave of self loathing flooded
over me. Was this what it was to be like? A quick phone call here and
there? A rushed encounter somewhere or the other? A grubby affair with a
married man? I looked down at Naomi, and I envied her the sleep of the
innocent.

I woke her up as I carried her through to my room. She put her arms
around my neck and said she was sorry she had broken our secret. I told
her she had done nothing wrong, and that she was not to worry about it.
She fell asleep again as her head hit the pillow. Whereas, not for the
first time recently I found sleep hard to come by. I must have fallen
asleep at some stage because I was woken up by Caroline tapping on my
door, telling me to wake up. I looked at the clock; it was five o'clock.
For fucks sake, I hissed, did she realise what time it was.

She grinned and told me this one is the one; gorgeous and like a stud
horse in bed. Too much detail, I told her, and as she passed me to
collect Naomi, she had the smell of sex all over her. Thanks sis, she
said, she owed me one. I snorted and kissed Naomi's forehead as Caroline
carried her out. I lay down after they had left, but couldn't get back
to sleep, so got up and made some tea.

The early morning is a good time for me to think, and I decided I needed
to get control back over my life, otherwise it was going to be like a
runaway train heading for the buffers. My first move had to be to break
it off with Marcus; there was no future for me there other than a
squalid little affair. I would make up with Sophie and concentrate on my
new job. It would mean putting the business idea on hold, but I thought
I could always come back to it. So, I had made three resolutions which I
swore to myself I would keep.  There's a Jewish proverb which goes Man
plans and God laughs. I would shortly find out how true that could be.

I idled my way through the morning and was about to go to lunch when
Sophie appeared in front of me and asked if we could go for a coffee
together. We walked round the corner and sat in a small cafe where
Sophie ordered coffee for her and tea for me. She was quiet for a moment
and then asked me to tell her what exactly had happened at the wedding.

I did, leaving nothing out. She nodded and asked if I had seen him
since. I was tempted to tell her to mind her own business, but something
told me I needed to get this out on the table. I told her I had seen him
twice, but I didn't tell her exactly what had happened between us.

Sophie looked down and then back at me before speaking. She apologised
for her behaviour the previous night; it had come as a shock and she
handled it badly. She had no right to tell me what to do and anyway,
whatever happened between her and Marcus had been over and done with a
long time ago. She loved me and all she wanted was for me to be happy. I
started to cry, and she picked up my hand, telling me she was so sorry.

She asked me what I was going to do. I said that I didn't see any future
for me with Marcus and I intended to break it off. She was crying too by
this time and we must have looked a sight. I had to get back to work but
most of all to repair my makeup. We headed to the toilets to rescue our
faces and after hugging each other I headed back to work.

I felt so much better now that I had cleared things up with Sophie and
had things much clearer in my mind. So, when I walked back into work and
saw Marcus waiting in the beauty hall, my stomach dropped. I grabbed him
and asked him what the hell was he doing here. He said he had to see me;
he had something he had to talk to me about. Can't it wait, I asked. No,
he had to talk to me now. I looked around and it was thankfully quiet so
I dragged him into the stock room and said we have about five minutes,
so tell me what's so important.

He took my hand and said that Terrence had confronted him last night and
accused him of seeing someone else. Marcus had not denied it and they
had a massive row and Terrence had stormed out. I was speechless, what
damage had I caused? You've got to make it up with him, I said. He shook
his head, it's no good, He didn't want to make it up. I dreaded what he
was going to say next. He looked into my eyes and said he didn't want
Terrence; it was me he was really in love with.

The clarity I had from this morning was shattered In a moment. I sat
down on a box and held my face in my hands. I told him I couldn't talk
about this now; it wasn't fair on me to do it this way. He looked
distraught, on the point of crying, and I could only guess what he had
gone through with Terrence. I pushed him out of the stock room and told
him he would have to wait until tonight to talk to me. Thankfully, he
left and I could calm down a little. Luckily, my absence wasn't noticed,
and I got back to my work, although frankly, I was a mess all afternoon.
All I could think of was Marcus and the way he had looked at me.

He sent me a text asking me to meet him at a friend's flat where he was
crashing for the moment. I rushed home, had a bath and changed out of my
work clothes. I didn't want to overdo it tonight, so I pulled my hair
back and secured with a hair grip and wore my blue jeans, a loose cotton
top and a matching linen jacket. I took a cab over there and had him
drop me at a pub on the corner. I was shaking and needed a drink to give
me courage before I met Marcus. I walked to the flat and rang  the bell.

Someone up there opened the door, and I walked slowly up to the second
floor. Marcus was standing with the door open when I arrived, wearing
black jeans and the tightest white t-shirt I have ever seen. I almost
fell apart at the sight of him, he was so gorgeous. Pull yourself
together, I told myself, you're going to finish this tonight.  He smiled
at me, a little tensely I thought, then gave me a peck on the cheek and
I followed him inside. He told me that Justin, the owner of the flat,
was travelling for a few weeks and he had let Marcus have the place
while he was away.

He asked me if I wanted a drink, white wine or beer. He brought me a
glass of wine and he sat there playing with a bottle of beer that he
must have already opened. He apologised for coming to my work, he
shouldn't have done that. He had been so upset he hadn't been thinking
properly. He said Terrence had outright accused him of having an affair
and when Marcus didn't deny it they had fought, and Terrence had left
their flat. He had said that he couldn't trust Marcus any more and that
as far as he was concerned it was all over.

I listened to this with so many contrasting emotions running through my
mind. I was dismayed that I had been the cause of all this, but why had
Marcus not denied it? It would have been easy to do, after all one blow
job doesn't make an affair, does it? Why didn't you deny it, Marcus, I
asked. He shrugged, then said that's easy, he was in love with me. He
had been all those years ago, and when he saw me again, he realised he
was still in love with me. I told him this was crazy; he was throwing
over his husband for me, someone he barely knew. It didn't make me feel
great, either knowing I was the cause of all this.

He sighed and said that none of it was my fault; he had started it all,
and I had done nothing wrong, there was no blame on me. I thought a jury
might take a different view, but he was insistent, it was all his fault.
He couldn't stop thinking about me and that he knew he loved me. I sat
there trying to get my scrambled thoughts together. What did I want? I
had fallen in love with Marcus for sure and every time I looked at him
my legs went weak and my tummy turned cartwheels. Could I cope with
this? I was going to end it today, but that was when he was a married
man, and I was cuckolding Terrence with him.

Oh shit, I thought, why am I so weak?

I stood up and went over to him as he looked up at me with anxiety
written across his face. I knelt down in front of him, took his face in
my hands and brushed his lips with mine. He closed his eyes and kissed
me back, our lips touching, then pulling back and then touching again.
He shivered a little as I ran my fingers down his face and stroked his
lips. He kissed my fingertips, making them feel like they were on fire.
I pulled him towards me, and this time I kissed him hard, mashing my
lips against his. My resistance crumbled as his aroma filled my nostrils
and the feel of his tongue against mine sent my senses reeling. I moaned
somewhere in the back of my throat and it was as if my whole being was
centred on this kiss.

He broke the kiss, stood up and picked me up off the floor as If I were
a feather. He carried me still kissing him into the bedroom, and he said
this time it was my turn. Laying me on the bed he pulled my top over my
head, and bent forward to suck my nipple through the flimsy material of
my bra. It was like a bomb going off in my head; I arched my back as he
went for the other one, making me moan out loud. As in my fantasy he
kissed my neck and then nuzzled my ear lobes.

I was shaking by this time and I had lost myself in the pleasure he was
giving me. His fingers were playing with my nipples as he kissed his way
down my chest, and I am sure he could feel the cartwheels my tummy was
performing. I nearly screamed when he licked my belly button as he
continued his march southwards. He reached the top of my jeans and he
released his hold on my nipples to undo the zip. I managed somehow to
get rid of my bra and my hands went straight to my breasts to continue
what Marcus had started. He unzipped my jeans, kissing my skin as he
gently pulled my jeans down. When he kissed me it felt like a small
explosion of heat and desire every time his lips touched my skin.

I looked down as he pulled my jeans off completely which left me with
just my panties on. My cock was peeking out of the top and he looked up
at me as he flicked the tip of my cock with his pink tongue. I nearly
levitated off the bed as he flicked it again and again. I started to
raise my hips from the bed so he had to do it more. He pushed me back
down and gradually inched my panties down, allowing my cock to gradually
rise in front of his eyes. He slid them off completely and then licked
my cock from root to tip in one long languid movement. This time I did
scream, and he laughed as I hit him on the head with my hands. His
tongue licked the tip of my cock and then finally, he drew my cock into
his mouth. It was everything I had fantasised and then a million times
better.

I don't have the biggest cock in the world and he had no trouble taking
it all into his mouth, and I felt his nose brush my skin as he took it
all the way. He used his tongue and his lips and his fingers to drive me
to the brink, and then let me fall away again, before taking me back
there once more, only to stop again to prolong the beautiful agony in my
groin. I was writhing on the bed as he played with me until he decided
to tip me over the edge. He sucked me all the way in one more time, and
then with his tongue around my cock and his fingers fondling my balls,
he pushed me over the edge and my climax pulsed through my body and out
of my cock.

I think I yelled or screamed as i came into his mouth, I can't really
remember much of those last few seconds. I finally fell back on the bed
and Marcus slid up to lay beside me and kissed me, the taste of my cum
still on his lips. I was still breathing hard from what he had done to
me and he cuddled me for a while until I calmed down. It's not fair I
said, I'm stark naked and you still have your clothes on. He grinned,
sat up and pulled his t-shirt up and over his head. I ran my fingers
lightly over his six pack and he flinched. Are you ticklish? I giggled.
No, he said, but he was grinning. I tickled him some more, and he
started wriggling and laughing. I jumped on top of him and ran my
fingers down his sides as he giggled and shouted for me to stop. He was
trying to escape, but I had him pinned down, and I kept on tickling
until we were both laughing so much we had to stop.

I was still on top of him, and I looked down at him and traced a finger
along his lips. He sucked it through his lips and rolled his tongue
around it. I ran my other hand across his chest and tweaked a nipple
hard and his eyes widened in surprise. So I did it again, and he groaned
in pleasure. I slipped my finger from his mouth and took both his
nipples between my fingers, feeling them harden under my touch, and as I
tugged them he moaned and closed his eyes. Bending over, I licked first
one, and then the other like a cat would. His nipples were rock hard
now, and it was obvious he liked this. I looked up and saw his head
back, so I pushed his arms out to his side and held them there with my
hands. Marcus didn't resist, and I guessed that as big as he was, he
liked to be dominated.

Holding his arms still, I licked his chest, and he moved slightly. I
took a nipple between my teeth and nipped it gently. He moaned, so I did
it harder and not only did he moan, I could feel his cock growing
beneath me. I repeated the action with the other nipple and was rewarded
with another groan and a twitch of his hips. I slid up towards his head
and slipped my cock through his lips and reached behind me to undo the
zipper on his jeans. As he sucked my cock back to hardness, I released
his cock and could feel it was already fully erect. I knew where I
wanted that beautiful dick to go, but I was more than a little scared. I
definitely would need some lubrication. As if reading my mind, Marcus
said it's in the bedside drawer. I wondered how he knew it was there,
but grabbed it anyway and squeezed it all over his cock and some into
me. I slid down again and squatted over him. His eyes were wide open now
as I felt his cock standing straight up beneath me. I guided it into the
entrance to my hole and as slowly as I could I eased myself down.

I gasped as the head began to push its way in, stretching me until the
pain became so intense, I had to raise up again. I came down again, and
this time it didn't feel so bad. The head was pushing against my muscle
and I tried to relax, but it still hurt. I raised up once more, then let
myself drop down onto him. There was a sharp pain, and I cried out as he
finally slipped into me. I moaned as my weight forced me onto his full
length and I swear I nearly fainted. I had never in my life felt
anything like this. I leaned forwards and braced myself with my hands on
his chest and began to rock backwards and forwards. It was like I had a
length of steel tube inside me. The pain began to ebb slowly away as I
moved to and fro and then Marcus began to raise his hips and the pain
flashed through me again. This time though, it was mixed with pleasure
and I started to raise and lower myself in time with his thrusts. At
some point, I can't remember when, the pain dissolved into pleasure and
he began to increase his thrusts and I came down heavily on each one. I
looked down to see he was sweating, making it look as if his chest was
oiled and glistening in the light. The pace picked up and soon I was
pumping up and down and he was thrusting hard against me.

He stopped thrusting and slipped out of me pushing me over onto all
fours. He moved quickly behind me, and I caught sight of his cock in all
its glory sticking out from his groin. He positioned himself behind me
and pushed hard into me, slipping in easily and pumping with huge angry
thrusts. I was pushed face down onto the bed and I felt him get up on
his feet so he was almost coming straight down into me. He was driving
himself deeper into me with every thrust and all I could think of was
this monstrous tube ripping me apart. He started to drive faster, and I
realised he was close to cumming. He grunted once as I felt his cock
twitch inside me and he came, his cum pouring deep into me. He seemed to
go on cumming forever, but he gradually eased off and as he slipped out
of me, I felt the air rush into me and I was left with that horrible
empty feeling.

I flopped over onto my back and he lay beside me, both of us covered in
sweat and breathing hard. I knew I would be sore in the morning but
right now I felt magnificent. I turned towards him and kissed his lips,
my tongue dancing with his. I wrapped my leg over his, and our cocks
touched, his dwarfing mine. He put his hand down and wrapped his fingers
around them both, gently rubbing them together, the contrast in size and
colour was beautiful to watch. We kissed and cuddled some more until I
told him I had to get cleaned up. He pointed out where the bathroom was,
and I had a shower and cleaned myself properly. I wrapped a towel around
my hair and walked back into the bedroom. He was lying full out on the
bed, his cock now flaccid but still large. He looked up at me and said
that I looked beautiful. I blushed and told him he did too. Swinging his
legs over the edge of the bed, I sat on his lap, my arms around his neck
and my head on his shoulder. He held me close and told me he loved me. I
looked at him for a second, kissed him and told him I loved him too.

We sat there for a while before we began to feel cold, so we got dressed
with much tickling and laughing. I told him I had to go, and he begged
me to stay, but I wanted to sleep in my own bed tonight. I told him I
would see him again tomorrow and we would have to sort out what to do
next. He agreed, so I called a cab, and after another bout of kissing, I
managed to slide out of his arms and down to the cab home. I texted him
I love you from the cab, and got an instant reply, Me too.

Maybe, I thought, my life was getting back on track.


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