Sunday Love Songs 02

So it was her uncle Jack who walked her down the aisle. I had arrived with Patrick, my best man, and our ushers in good time. I kept looking round, hoping to see the Graysons arriving, hoping for Nicola's sake, but when my bride arrived with Lorraine and Nicola's two cousins as bridesmaids, the opportunity for her parents arrival had gone.

Nicola was an apparition in ivory. That shiny hair, those blue eyes. A strapless dress, close fitting from bodice to hips and then flaring to the ankles. No veil, but a tiara. Beautiful.

The organ began to play and she came down the aisle on the arm of her Uncle Jack. We made our vows, we gave each other rings, we signed the register, were prayed for and were blessed. Then we began our triumphant procession out of the church. Seas of smiling faces, happy for us. It was when we were nearly at the west door that we stopped dead, as one.

There in the last row of pews were standing Nicola's parents. Mrs Grayson was crying, tears running down her face. Mr Grayson was holding back the tears and smiling as best he could.

Nicola burst into tears, and left me standing. She ran to them and threw herself into her mother's arms and there they stayed for what seemed an hour. Then she hugged her father for just as long. I stood there, forgotten, but glad to be so.

Nicola suddenly realised where she was, and with whom she should be. By that time I had closed the gap, and shook Grayson's hand.

"I'm so glad you could come," I said, with as much sincerity as I could muster. "It means the world to Nicola."

He mumbled something I did not catch.

"Join us for the photographs," I said, "and come to the reception. Did you drive here?"

"We came by train," he said. "We can't stop, we're only here for the day."

"I'll see to it you get a lift," I said. "We really must go now!"

We all laughed. I became aware that the whole church was gazing at the diversion. Only the organist seemed oblivious to the hiatus, and played on and on.

Nicola took my arm again and we finished our recessional. Nicola's mother smiled at me rather hesitantly, but my smile was wide for her and genuine. They had made Nicola's day, and much could be forgiven for that.

There were photographs and in the process, introductions between my parents and Nicola's, though it seemed Mrs Grayson and my mother knew each other quite well, which puzzled me.

When the cars arrived, I decided on the spur of the moment to flout convention. Nicola and I walked to the car, she threw her bouquet high in the air over her shoulder in the approved manner; I did not see where it landed. I helped her into the car, then took Mrs Grayson by the arm (I still didn't know her given name, nor that of her husband) and pulled her to the car.

"You and Mr Grayson are riding with us," I said decisively, and gestured for Nicola's father to ride in the front seat, while Nicola's mother sat between Nicola and myself; yes, between us!

They made the appropriate protests, but I was not listening and we took off at speed. I was told to call her father Tony, and her mother Marie. I told them to call me Kevin. We laughed. Nicola's face was a picture of blissful happiness as she gazed with admiration at my action -- at least I believe it was admiration from what she told me later. I thought it was more like lust, but then I would think that wouldn't I?

Taking them in the wedding car was not altogether an altruistic act. I wanted to savour their faces when we arrived at our house. A little touch of revenge! It was not a long journey and we soon arrived at the open gates to the lengthy drive.

"Is this the hotel where you're having the reception?" asked Mother-in-Law as the house came into view.

"Mother," said Nicola, with some relish, "this is our house!"

"But?" and her mother was silenced, her mouth open. I relished the moment, oh, yes!

"When you did your research on me, Tony," I said to Nick's father, "you should have delved further. I was never a clerk; I was a trader. I made a good deal of money in a few years, and was able to retire. I now make money trading on the markets, and run an investment consultancy from home."

"I wish I'd taken your advice," Tony said. "I lost nearly everything when the firm went belly up."

"We can talk about that later on," I said. "For now, just enjoy the day, and I insist you stay the night."

Everyone knows what happens at wedding receptions. Food, speeches, some with somewhat questionable jokes, toasts, dancing, more food, more dancing, the bride and groom leave to go on their honeymoon.

There were two differences. The first was that we were not going on honeymoon; we would take a holiday later. The second was Tony Grayson's speech as father of the bride. He had asked to speak and Nicola was delighted. It was a short speech. Patrick announced him as the father of the bride.

"This will not be a typical 'father of the bride' speech. For one thing it will short." [applause and laughter]

He grinned.

"I know I'm supposed to talk about Nicola and Kevin, but all of you know them both and have been part of their history.

"Instead there are important things to say. This is my heartfelt and public apology to Kevin and also to Nicola. I remember a while ago Kevin and Nicola invited us to the wedding and we were most ungracious. She then told us we could be part of her life again if we came and grovelled an apology to Kevin. That is what I am doing now.

"Many of you will know that we disowned Nicola when she got engaged to Kevin. Very stupid of us.

"We really were insufferable snobs. Kevin lived in the 'wrong' part of town. I was misinformed that he was a lowly clerk in a bank, had been fired and was now unemployed. Now I know different.

"The point of this is that if we had known his true status we would have accepted him joyfully, that's how snobbish we were. It was always all about money. If there is a saving grace for us in all this, it is that we came to the wedding still not knowing he owned this house and was really such a successful man.

"I have to thank Kevin's mother, Brigid, in all this. She came to see Marie, my wife. True to her son, she never gave the game away about his financial success, but she gave Marie a good talking to and made us see that creating divisions in families only leads to bitterness and unhappiness. To what end? Suffering. She is such a wise woman.

"So I now apologise sincerely to Kevin and Nicola, and assure them that Marie and I have learned a painful lesson. We wish them every good fortune in their life and are glad we are now part of it."

He sat down.

There was a stunned silence. Then Nicola jumped up and hugged her father, then her mother. I also hugged the pair of them and kissed Marie. Then as if the assembled throng woke up there was loud applause and cheering. The meal and subsequent party took off. Marie was still trying to come to terms with her daughter's and son-in-law's lifestyle.

The party went on into the early hours, and a few of the guests found odd places to sleep in the house. We made sure Tony and Marie got one of the en suite bedrooms, and my parents one of the others. The rest of the revellers were taxied back to the hotel.

At last we were alone in our room. We were both exhausted and just shed our clothes, fell into bed and each other's arms, and were asleep. Next morning we were up early to look after our guests, and serve a cooked breakfast.

Later that morning, Tony and I worked on his meagre resources and we managed to salvage something from the wreckage. I discovered he had sizeable savings in deposit accounts, and made him the offer that he allow me to invest some of it. He almost fell over himself to trust me with the money, and when I told him I would put the same amount to it and try to grow it faster than his deposit accounts, he was overcome and Marie was in tears, wondering where we got our reserves of forgiveness from! They had learned a hard lesson.

My mother's approving smile was icing on the cake, and I was sure the two sets of parents would be seeing a lot of each other in the coming weeks and years: let's face it, they only lived a few streets apart. So much for me living on the 'wrong side of town'!

By late afternoon everyone had gone. Nicola drove her parents to the station in my car and when she returned, we were alone. It was evening. She arrived in the living room, and I immediately went to her and we kissed long and hard, tongues duelling, stroking each other all over, and my lifelong friend down below growing long and hard in response to her passion, and her perfectly rounded bottom which I was assiduously fondling.

Then she stepped back and said, "Wait here," and disappeared upstairs. I could hear her moving about and sat down to wait. I thought I knew what she was doing -- putting on her wedding dress with the sexy underwear beneath it. It promised to be a busy night!

I was wrong, though not about the busy night.

"Come up!" she shouted. I arrived in the bedroom.

She emerged from the bathroom and I was completely nonplussed.

She was in a dark green full length dress held up by two spaghetti straps, and it hugged her form like a second skin, though her breasts were trying to get out of it! The skirt of the dress was slit up right up the side almost to the waist, and there were her hold-up stockings and the side of black lacy panties. The dress was a little tight in the bodice and hips.

My face gave away my puzzlement, and she smiled broadly.

"You don't remember this dress, do you?" she asked, striking a pose, one leg in front of the other, bent at the knee, giving an even better view of her black lacy knickers.

She was right, and she looked a little disappointed.

Suddenly the spaghetti straps were off her shoulders and she pushed the dress over her tits and hips and it gently floated to the floor. There was no bra, as was obvious from my first inspection, and her knickers were the sheerest lacy boy-shorts, and there were her thigh high stockings.

I got hard, fast. It was uncomfortable: I was still fully dressed.

"Still no memory?" she was still smiling. "Even when I do this?" and she pushed the knickers down and stepped out of them.

I was harder still and suddenly there was inspiration. The leavers' prom, and the memory of her bedroom at her aunt's!

It flashed across my consciousness -- why? What had that final fracture of our relationship to do with us now?

She saw the thought. "If I remember correctly," she said, "I begged you for sex since we would be going separate ways, and you refused."

She delved into the top of one of her stockings, and held out a condom in its wrapper.

"I wouldn't let you put one of these on," she said.

She paused, then, "Put it on."

"What?" I asked, now completely at sea. "Why?"

A look of sadness crossed her beautiful face. "I was so stupid. I had chlamydia. I had been a slut. I expected you to be so grateful you'd love me again as I had remembered, and then I wouldn't have sex with you wearing this. If I'd agreed, I wouldn't have wasted ten years of my life without you. I think we'd have been together years ago."

"So?" I wondered, "What-- "

"I want you to make love to me wearing this. Now!" she said.

"Why, for goodness' sake?"

"I want to put that mistake right. Please Kev?"

I shrugged, anything for her.

"I think I need to get undressed," I said, and stripped until I was standing in front of her naked, my cock standing to attention.

I took the condom from her and rolled it on. "Ok. Now?"

"I'm wet, Kev," she said. "On the bed!"

She climbed on, lay down on her back and opened her stockinged legs, holding her knees. I knelt between her legs and kissed her as I pushed in. Her gasp was rewarding, and I began to thrust.

"Actually - it - doesn't - feel - that - bad!" she told me in time to my pushes. "It - makes - me - feel - even - more - stupid - refusing - you. Oh!" She began to push against me as her excitement began to rise.

"Don't you dare come inside that thing!" she cried as a small orgasm took her. "I w-a-n-t your juice!"

So I pulled out and she pulled it off, throwing it aside.

"Get back in there," she moaned urgently.

I pushed into her hard and she cried out as she grabbed my bottom and pushed me even deeper.

"Oh yes yes yes! Fuck! Oh your cock! You fucker! You stud!" That was her orgasm talking as she thrashed about under me.

I was some way off coming, so slowed down as she came down off her peak. She pushed me off her.

"Let me up!" she urged, and as I rolled off, she rolled the other way out of bed and ran to the bathroom. The door slammed.

What the fuck? I wondered, not for the first time that evening. The answer was not long in coming.

The door opened, and out she came.

Gone were the black stockings. She was in a sheer slightly off-white baby-doll nightie, and a pair of translucent off-white hipster knickers in the same fabric. It hid very little. Once again her breasts looked constrained and ready to burst out, and the nightdress only covered half her bottom. The knickers were pushed well into the crack, and outlined the crease of her sex. Everything was too small.

She struck the same pose. This time I knew what it was. A history lesson, so it was easy to deduce what this garment was.

I smiled knowingly.

"Yes, you're right," she said. "This is the baby-doll I wore on our weekend, when you took me for the first time, and did me so thoroughly. So good. I was really yours from then; I just didn't know it."

She looked down. "I'm a bit bigger all over now. It's a bit tight!" and she laughed her tinkling laugh. She was right, she was back to her original weight and shape, but as an adult, rather than an adolescent.

"You look gorgeous," I asserted, "come here!"

"Be gentle!" she giggled as she approached, stripping off her top. "No, on second thoughts, don't!" She slipped down her panties and was naked.

She resumed her position, on her back, spreadeagled, displaying her sex, swollen with desire and our previous exercise.

"I stopped taking the pill last month," she said tentatively, "I should be fertile now, it's the right time of the month."

"So," I said, "this is another first. Our readiness to make a baby."

"Well," she giggled, "I'm still starting sentences with 'well', aren't I? Come on, my darling. Get me pregnant!"

I lay over her, holding off with my elbows and we kissed, tongues mixing it. Then I began kissing down her body, sucking at her tits and getting moans and groans in return. As I moved south from there, she stopped me.

"Put it in;" she said, "eat me another day. Take your pleasure my Lord! Ravage my poor defenceless body!"

"Defenceless?"

"No pill!, now get me off and get me with child, you stud!"

The comment certainly put more lead in my pencil, and without further ado, I took her, with her legs on my shoulders. I stroked her slowly again and again, long strokes, entrance to full depth, and she grunted and yelped with each thrust. I wanted our child to be conceived with gentleness.

Then she began crooning, and with "Yes, oh yes! Deeper, deeper. I can feel it, Oh! Eeah!" she came, and her sharp nails raked my back, which was far from gentle, and her grasping cervix sucked the orgasm out of me as I spurted my life into hers.

It was different, somehow very different. That openness to a new life seemed to open us up to each other to a new depth, and she pulled me down onto her as her legs fell back to the bed, and she clung to me and I to her with all my weight on her beautiful body as if we wanted to be totally inside each other's body, mind and spirit.

After a moment or two I rolled off her and she came into my arms. It was like another new wedding. Everything was now put right. All was right with our world.

Once again there was her need to symbolise, to physically cement everything together. It was perfect.

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Two years pass quickly, especially when Nicola got pregnant so soon after the wedding. Now a second baby is on the way. We share care for Brigid Marie -- I still work from home and so does Nicola. She does modelling assignments as well, while the bump is not too visible. Then there is always maternity wear! She never goes away overnight any more.

Both sets of grandparents visit often and usually stay for a week or so. I still see my ex-girlfriends-with-benefits; the benefits are no longer available or allowed! They are now bosom buddies with my wife (now there's a mental picture for you), and queue up to be babysitters.

When children born and unborn permit, we still listen to 'Love Songs on Sunday' and this year we had an update broadcast. It seems we are one of their success stories. That's just fine with us. Just fine.

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