“This is for your honeymoon.” The single sheet of fabric was not only see-through but had to be at least designed for a toddler. I was pretty it wouldn’t go past my navel. “I can’t wear that.” “Why the hell not?” “My scars.” “For the last time. He will not care about them; he’ll be too busy checking out the rest of you.” “How do you know?” We had been arguing about what should I keep in my closet, what clothes should I wear with him in bed. She wanted to get rid of all my fuzzy pajamas, all my bright-colored underwear claiming that they weren’t sexy and made me look more like a child. “You need to stop wearing a sports bra, the uni-boob is unflattering.” This had been going on for two hours, telling me my style was outdated and that my husband expected more than soft cotton and jeans. Flannel was not for the bedroom and that I should try wearing a tong since heels were out of the question. All of this was too overwhelming, why should I
“This is for your honeymoon.” The single sheet of fabric was not only see-through but had to be at least designed for a toddler. I was pretty it wouldn’t go past my navel. “I can’t wear that.” “Why the hell not?” “My scars.” “For the last time. He will not care about them; he’ll be too busy checking out the rest of you.” “How do you know?” We had been arguing about what should I keep in my closet, what clothes should I wear with him in bed. She wanted to get rid of all my fuzzy pajamas, all my bright-colored underwear claiming that they weren’t sexy and made me look more like a child. “You need to stop wearing a sports bra, the uni-boob is unflattering.” This had been going on for two hours, telling me my style was outdated and that my husband expected more than soft cotton and jeans. Flannel was not for the bedroom and that I should try wearing a tong since heels were out of the question. All of this was too overwhelming, why should I change who I was just because I was abo
“Good morning wife.” There’s a man in my bed. No, wait scratch that, my husband is hovering above me and if this is not awkward then I don’t know what is. He looks somewhat similar to the man who carried on the dance floor to my bedroom in one quick move. The same man that chastely kissed me good night. “How did you sleep?” As if I could catch any sleep. I didn’t. I couldn’t stop thinking about why I slept alone on our first night as husband and wife. “Okay.” I shrug. “Wonderful,” is like he wasn’t even listening. He makes himself busy by helping me lay back on the headboard. “Breakfast is on its way, once you’re done, I have a surprise waiting for you downstairs.” “A surprise?” I can’t help but feel intrigued. “A big one.” He’s excited so I can’t help getting excited. Whatever it is I want to know. Once Clara comes in with the trey, I grab a quick bite of eggs and toast and let her help me into the shower. I washed all the hair
Andreas’s POV How had I not known? She feared horses to the point of hurting herself, after dragging her out of her and watching her shake out of control. Now she zoned out all pale and looking so small. A quick talk with her brother revealed the truth. An untrained horse had thrown both her and her mother off and had stepped on leg her and dragged her mother until a peon had been able to cut her free and her. Legs broken, ribs and open skull. Seven-year-old Rebecca had stayed in the hospital for days not knowing her mother’s brain had swollen so much that it had simply stopped working and died in a matter of 48 hours. It was a known story in town. I had heard about something like that but never dream that little girl had been his Rebecca. I had failed to protect her. Fuck, looking at her gazing lost in the distance made me feel like trash. So, I knew I had to do it. My dick had to wait; this was not for excitement. It felt so wrong to think how he had planned, how smooth the
The first time I saw Andreas it never crossed my mind that I would end up in bed with him, nevertheless married. Now, now he’s touching my butt and I like it so much I forget how to function. I like that he’s touching me, I like where he is touching me but more that he’s making sure that I like it. He makes me forget. My body seems to know what to do. The tingling sensation between my legs gets stronger as his touch turns rougher. I know that the thing between his legs, the scariest part of him is pressing against my thighs getting harder and I can’t help but notice his breaths deepening as his hips roll under me. In other circumstances I would be embarrassed by how my body tightens in some places and loosens in others but for once I don’t care. His nails will surely leave marks on my butt. When his hands lowered my panties, I hid my smile against my knuckles. I shouldn’t had worn my long pajamas; he wouldn’t be struggling with the extra fabric. The light coming from the morni
Being married so far had many disadvantages. From being woken up too early, just so he could enjoy breakfast with me to the dozens of times my husband wanted to explore my body throughout the day. Not like I was complaining about that last one, is just that most of the time I was left hot and bothered while he went about his day and all I could think about was when was the next attack. Right now, we were enjoying a quiet Sunday afternoon with his friends out on the deck, a lot of beer, food and music. This was different from both the first time I met them and also my wedding. The weight, the pressure of social interaction left my body the moment Dickie wrapped me in a bear hug, lifting off the ground and then twirled me. I saw the panic go off in everyone around us. Giggles bubbled up inside my throat and I decided to just go with it. My skirts were long enough to keep everything covered so I just let myself be twirled. Dickie, Benedict and Logan took turns teasing m
The rainy season has made my husband grumpy. A series of events had made him leave the house at irregular times for long periods. The overflow of the river lost cattle, fallen fences and the drowned crop has made it hell for the workers. They are tired of fighting mother nature. This season they expect a more forgiving mother nature but that’s one of the many repercussions. The power has gone out for the third time tonight so instead of secluding ourselves inside our bedrooms Carla and I have taken camp in the living room. Candles and gas lamps fill the room with soft light, are pretty cozy with the fireplace on and weighted blankets keeping us warm while outside rainfall heavily. “Do you think they will be safe out there?” Andreas has been away for far too long, a glimpse of him since yesterday is all I got. “He’s going to come home soon.” Her tone no longer reassures me that he will. She’s worried too. Home. After so long I’ve begun to think like it, t
“Oh, you.” I pushed him away, or tried to, he barely moved an inch. “Don’t tease me, I’ve been alone all this time.” “I came back as soon as I could.” “You could have done it sooner.” “The men were guarding the house, I left a few too, in the barn with the young coals and pregnant cattle.” He explained as he wrap his arms around me. “They told me you sat by the window since dawn.” With an effortless move, I was in the air, my face under his chin and my legs wrapped around him not caring that my clothes were getting wet. “Are you going to be this needy whenever I leave?” He asked as he kneeled in front of me. He took off my socks slowly. “Yes.” I said without hesitation. “Hows the leg?” “Doesn’t hurt.” I lied. “Good, I’m gong to