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name, even if Candide Owens did look a little weird. At Ryan’s suggestion we decided to hyphenate. Both of us going with Boucher-Owens, just to keep things symmetrical. His campaign posters would still say Owens, but that was just a matter of name recognition.

I had the feeling that he would have changed his surname years ago if he’d though he could. Except it would somewhat undermine his plan to show they weren’t all villains. Better to keep the name and have it associated with good things.

I wanted to kiss him, but the minister hadn’t given the word. Instead, I squirmed at the altar, so filled with love and lust I could barely stand it. I nearly exhaled when we were finished with the vows and permission came.

“You may kiss the bride,” the minister decreed.

Even though we had to keep it PG, it was still our first married kiss.

The day was so nice we decided to go with an outdoor reception, the sun hinting down on the world as the guests ate drank and were merry, The younger ones frolicked through the field like wild things.

“Honey!”

“Hey, Mom,” I greeted as I hugged her.

“Dumpling,” dad said giving me a squeeze.

“Aren’t you going to introduce us?” mom promoted.

I looked where she was glancing, to find Ryan waiting patiently. Things had been such a whirlwind since the engagement, I’d forgotten to introduce my parents to my husband-to-be.

“Oh, right, of course. Mom, Dad, this is Ryan. Ryan, Mom and Dad.”

There was the usual flurry of polite greetings, in no way hinting at the camaraderie to come.

“So, Candi tells me you’re in politics.”

“Just a mayor, and we’ll have to see how much longer,” Ryan said humbly.

“Election coming?”

“Yep.”

“Well, I might just be able to help with that.”

Daddy was being modest. He didn’t like to brag about, but he had come to be one of the state’s most skilled and sought after political strategist. Eight out of the last ten governors had him on their payroll. It had taken him years to get there, but it still wasn’t something he liked to talk about much. Preferring to keep the real magic of politics and elections behind the curtain of public credulity, like how most of the most powerful speeches, were written by someone else. If there was anyone who could get Ryan back into the mayor’s office it was dad.

“Have you seen Pierre?” I asked, looking forward to seeing my big brother.

“Not recently. Last I saw him he was chatting to that friend of yours. The pretty, ginger girl, Irish accent?”

“Aofie?”

“That’s her. They seemed to be getting along like a house on fire.”

I liked the idea of having Aofie as sister-in-law if that was where things went. We were basically like sisters already.

As the event progressed, it became increasingly clear that Ryan was barely containing himself as well, the sexual tension beginning to crackle like an electrical storm in the warm spring air. The speeches had already been given, Ryan’s brother Darren giving his speech and Aofie giving mine, and the guests were lost in fun and wonder. No one was likely to notice if we slipped away to start the honeymoon early.

The drive seemed shorter the second time. The concrete of the city giving way to the majesty of nature. Ryan had a few days until the kick-off to the election and I couldn’t think of a better place to spending than the house where we first explored our love. The lake house seemed different, not in terms of it construction or the land that surrounded it but the context in which we found ourselves. Newly-weds, just starting off a long and happy life together.

“Shall we?” he asked, opening my door for me like he had that first day.

“Please.”

Lifting me from the seat, Ryan carried me across the threshold. Not just of the house, closing the door with his heel, but the bedroom, taking the stairs with a smooth mastery.

“Who’s my girl?” he asked, setting me down on the bed.

“I am.”

“That’s right.”

Opening the drawer to the night stand, he withdrew a second box, that look a lot like the one with my emerald choker.

Fingers trembling with excitement, I crack open the clam-style box, revealing another, choker, done in white satin, a large blue sapphire set in the middle.

Taking it from the box, Ryan put the choker around my neck, reclaiming me as his pet, as well as his wife, filling me with so much beautiful emotion I aurally cried.

“Happy tears?” he asked.

“Definitely happy tears,” I said, trying to wipe them away with the ball of my hand.

It was a happy day dammit, I didn’t want to be caught crying, no matter how happy I actually felt.

The choker secured around my neck, Ryan began on the buttons running up the back of the dress, slowly revealing my bare back. I’d gotten used to not wearing underwear while in lockdown with him and had never really started gain.

Lowering the front of my dress to my waist, Ryan gently sucked my nipples, going from one to the other, making sure they both got lots of attention, as he stood me up, pushing the dress down around my feet.

Taking a break to pick it up and hang it over the back of the chair, he got right back to sucking as I stood before him, naked except for my sneakers which had been hidden under the dress.

Moving down along my torso, he took hold of my hips and started licking my pussy where I stood. Soon I couldn’t stand anymore, my knees threatening to buckle, and Ryan allowed me back on to the bed, and I bent my knees back to my chest, just the way he liked it, as he continued to devour my pussy.

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