Chp7. Being married sucks

I frit the minutes as I wait to decent the stairs in my silver Hollywood starlet gown, for our first ball together as man and wife. He looks up at me licks his lips, staring stunned and afraid. Shit! did I do something wrong. I jump the last step, not easily done in four inch heels, landing in his arms; crashing us to the ground. I look into his eyes, fear a pain, reflect to me. "You're so beautiful, babe. How could I ever hold on to you?" I kiss his lips. "Chris. I am your wife, your lover, your soulmate. You cannot get rid of me with dynamite." I kiss his lips, his jaw, working my tongue to his mouth and command his to pleasure us. The fear and pain disappear into the mist. We laugh and rise, unsteady and really shocked at our stupid fears. I cup his face, "you're the pretty one, how will I keep the beautiful people away from you?"

"With a baseball bat and blow torch?" he giggles to me, as I readjust his man in his pants.

"same here Chris, baby. It always from this point on only us. Just us. Always us." He readjusts my girls in to my dress, and makes sure the nipple are solid steel points. We head out, to the car below and Jason to whisks us to the ball, where we will out ourselves to the world.

The carpet is red, the area crowded with cameras lighting the scene; it's so frigging bright they must see it from space. I bet the astronauts on the space stations wonder if Seattle is being bombed. The press has gone insane, the noise would be deafening if we had not put in ear plugs and light blinding without the tinted contact lens we are wearing. He walks me thru the crowd into the venue. I watch as a hush falls over the crowd of rich and famous Seattle elite. Chris sweeps me in his arms and kiss me, hard and possessive. I return the kiss and make every woman in site jealous and afraid. I have my man, and every bitch, cougar and tramp better believe I will guard my man, tooth and nail, baseball bat and blow torch. I see the Dad's making their way over.

"When did you get so, wow. Baby girl. you are a strong, tough, independent woman. When did that happen?" Daddy is all blushes and stutters as to my new attitude. I don't want to tell him, it an act, and facade. I need to calm Chris and make him unstressed about his life. I must be a shield to him, protect his fragile inner self. I bet everyone would be shocked to know Chris was an extremely sensitive and shy guy underneath all that CEO bravado. That he would rather be home, reading a good book, cuddling to me. than here and now. Hell, so would I.

"Well married to a hunk, makes you put up or shut up. and you know me, I can't really shut up, can I. Daddy?" is smirk as Cary hugs and kisses him.

"Anna, the shy, quiet, bookworm, hiding a vixen, dominate and warrior. Love you my step daughter, and daughter in law." Cary gushes at me, I color.

"Enough teasing my ball and chain. Ball would you like to dance?" Chris ask me with a sweeping bow. If they only knew what a clown Chris really is. They will be shocked, he's a bigger clown than Elliot.

"Well, chain. If you insist. We wouldn't want to break up the set. Lead on slave, your queen commands you to obey and cherish! An dance!" I smirk as he sweeps me thru the crowd to the dance floor. Moving me, like it's a dream. I rest my head on his shoulder and let the beautiful people disappear. Tomorrow, we are lounging in the great room, semi-naked and totally sated from, my planned forage into kinky fuckery.

The spell is broken by a tap on the shoulder, a dashing tux, without brains or any intelligent wants to cut-in. I look tall, shallow, and stupid up and down. "Sorry, I prefer a man, not a boy. Go away." I bark at him. I see several cougars gossiping. I flash my ring. Smirking at the shock and awe on their Botox faces. Tux boy tries again, "Kid, you are never dancing with my Wife, not now, tomorrow or ever. Walk away or I'll have security toss your dumb ass in the street. "my man barks at witless.

The event is a smashing success as the world is shocked by our marriage. We don't care, this is our life and we're the only two people that matter.

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Ray-pov

We dance watching the kids. They're lost in a bubble of love, armored as one couple. I watch several idiots try to cut-in. they are chased off. I have Elliot intercept a couple of sharks. He toasts his Champagne glass to us with bloodied knuckles, as Kate is tending him. I have to smile. Our kids may fight and argue, but we are a family and that counts. I see Grace with a new man, Oslo proved a moron, cheating on Grace with a nineteen year old nursing student. He's back in Sweden, nursing a broken leg, and swollen balls. Grace's Tae-bo classes really paid off. I wish she could find a solid guy and settle down. I spot Mia and Sawyer, dancing in a coroner, I wonder how Jason or Christian will react. They seem a good pairing.

We dance around the edge, liking the slow rhythm and the heady mood. Our family is solid, loving and together. My daughter is a bright light of compassion, love, a surprisingly a strong, forthright woman. She never got that from Carla. Carla is till in town, for a little while. Annie demanded she stay and deal with her personally, I should have put my foot down, but she needs closure. Needs to put the demons behind her. Cary, goose my ass. Bring me back to the here and now. I bit his ear, letting his moan of pleasure tease my neck. I should fine a quiet space to sooth his stress, maybe get a little public, oral payback.

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Taylor-pov

I watch the couples on the floor. Christian won't like I paired Luke and Mia, but it saves three CPO to cover her. Besides Anna and Gail are matchmaking the two. I think? It's a good idea. I hope it works out, she much calmer and stable with him around. More adult and less rebellion. I see Kate cleaning and kissing Elliot hand; did the gigolo, asshole sharks really think they could separate the boss and his lady. Elliot and Parks have sent them running for the hills. I smirk as I watch several cougars try to move on Christian while Anna is talking to her friends. Boy, o'boy did they get a fright from snarling, mean stare of Grey's and the brutal laughter of the Anna and the friends. I have to cough, at the fleeing matrons and flat faced tramps.

Since they hooked up and married, I've seen a side to them, I never would have guessed. Christian is extremely sensitive, introverted, brilliant, caring, guy. Really just basking in his love for Anna. Anna is suddenly this strong, bold woman, protecting her guy, who lifts and encourages her to be everything she can be and more. They seem to grow and expand overnight. Like they were waiting to be together to emerge from there cocoons, into brilliant colorful butterfly's.

My ear piece explodes in sound, A fight in the lady's room, Mia and Grace. I rush over to find, Luke, Parks and Graces Date, a very urban lawyer named Henry. Holding the girls as Security hauls four battered matrons out the back door. Police are here, upset over the reports. It seems the failed cougars were ragging on Anna, Mia and Grace jumped to her defense which lead to a physical fight. The Matrons will decline to press charges if they have any sense or we will encourage them to too. Grey is not going to take any attack on the family or his wife at all. I call Woodcourt, Collins is busy herding the last of his double agent submissive out of state. Only one is balking, she has just one year left on her post-doctoral at WSU, I think they're going to let her finish, she been a solid girl.

The drive home is quiet, as the too just cuddle in the back seat, lost in quiet whispers and touches. They head to bed, telling me, to stay away tomorrow. Their staying in, being newlyweds. I suspect I don't want to be in there tomorrow watching them christen ever surface, room, or just whatever sex thing their playing at. Besides I have Gail all to my self tomorrow, she has a sexy little number, I spied in her closet. Great I have a hardon, walking into my bedroom. I freeze something is in my bed, I see her blonde hair. I strip and slide in, cuddling her, sliding in to her hot wet sex. She giggles at me. as I ravage her neck and ears, pumping hard and deep, making her mine, making her scream my name. orgasm after orgasm till she, shudders and clamps on me. shooting my love into her womb. We drift to sleep, still inside of her. I love you Gail escapes my lips.

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Thursdays: the mother daughter no more

I walk into the hotel room, looking at my mother. My mother? I have a hard time seeing her as anything other than Carla, selfish, mean, narcissistic Carla. She aged badly these months. Her hollow eyes tell of a life lived to fast, to brutal, too wasted. Her wrinkle will just expand to age her long before she reaches those years. I should pity, show or have some compassion, but I don't any more. #3 used up all my compassion for my mother. For the woman who gave me birth and then abandon me to the evil of the world.

I read the medical file, she will last longer in body than mind. The untreated social diseases have eaten her brain to much. She's clean now, but everything is seeping in to remove whatever she has left upstairs. I sit, looking at her laid out form, she doesn't care to sit up or talk to me. I heard enough of her view of me, leaving them to move back with Ray. I stand, walk out the door. The next time I see her, she'll be in a box, for burial.

I cry in my man's arms in the car, to home. Our home. I wonder what kind of mother I will make. I think with Gail, Grace, and my friends; a Damm good one. As long as I have my man, I can do, correction. WE can do anything. Wiglar is wining to run at the park, "Jason, the Dog park please. We could use some play time." Chris cuddles into my neck. "Frisbees' in the trunk, care to go a round of Frisbee golf?"

"Yes, as long as you and Wiglar don't conspire to cheat again!" tickling him merciless, as man and dog scramble from my greedy fingers.

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four hours later:

We tired three, stumble into the house, all heading to the shower. We wash our dirty smelly dog, he had to roll in the horseshit on the hiking trail. We hosed him, but he still smells. The boys are sore from the spanking I gave them in Frisbee golf, they tried to cheat, again and again; till I took Chris in the rough and left him blue balled. One more cheat a he's sleeping with Wiglar on the floor outside our bedroom.

Wiglar loves to invade our shower with us. Till we push him out to have some adult time, usually me against the wall, being driven insane is orgasms or taking Chris to places of pleasure he never been to. I wonder what everyone thinks of our sex room upstairs. Since the wedding, we've spent a lot of time in their exploring. I love the kink, and my man is very kinky. Kinky fuckery master Christian Grey. his wicked and exciting ways he drives me insane. I love his taste in me, on me, inside of me, everywhere about me.

in the sex room, on the green couch, I lay, tied up, spread wide. As he crawls to me, licking at my toes, teasing me. slowly up my ankle to my knees. Then magic fingers about my breast, as his stealth tongue flirts with my clit. Rumbling up to tease my belly button, sliding back down to my sex. As he delves deeper and deeper into me. till I shudder thru the first waves of orgasms. He unties my legs. Putting a pillow under my ass. And slams his cock into me, again and again in an unearthly rhythm, driving us both to oblivion.

I wake later in our bed, shy and cuddled to him, soft snores and possessive hands encase me, love oozes from us, mingles and soothes the other to blissful thought and dreams. I watch the twilight turn to dawn. I know I, we should get up. but I can't break this spell we're under. I longingly look at his face, boyish and kind; my husband, soulmate, my world.

Xxxxxxxx

Grace-pov

I sit watching the dawn, how my life has stutter and stalled of late. But how glorious it has been for my children. Elliot and Kate are coming along nicely, Mia and Luke are on fire, I suspect they will be the next to marry. My daughter is growing so fast and proper I have to smile. A good man will do that for you. I don't miss the husband Cary as much and the partner Cary. But I know he's very happy and secure with Ray. Ray is like a second partner to me. We have a good relationship and control of the kids except for Christian and Anna. They surprise and confused us. The secret life they lead, the marriage and everything in-between. I marvel at the woman who stands next to my son. She is everything I could have hope for or dreamed for him.

Eric proved to be an asshole and cheater. I rocked his world and he still need an airhead failing nursing student to stroke his manhood. I need a man, or maybe turn to the home team to find a monogamous spouse. I really need to find a man, like Cary; loving, monogamous, a man's man, only straight. Well till then I have my computer and a large stock of batteries. Speaking of which I could use some de-stress masturbation before Mia comes home from Luke's condo.

I find an e-mail on the sex chat site. A mystery man wants a private sex chat with me. I give in and start, he's right on in seconds. We chat and get the other off. I glass eyed stare at the screen, frighten sober by the words on the screen "Would like to do this for real, in person. Say yes Gracie."