Bridal Sweets
For one reason or another, many newlyweds have had to postpone or delay their honeymoon – in fact; Shannon's parents were one such couple. Daniel was in residency when he and Candice first met, but they did not tie the knot until after he completed his residency and became an attending physician – even so, because he had just begun working as a physician, they postponed their honeymoon until they could set aside the time to really enjoy it… years later. While Shannon at least admired her parents' dedication, she and Ruby did not want to waste any more time; they wanted to enjoy their honeymoon and make it the cherry on top of their wedding sundae. The question became where would they spend their honeymoon? The two had discussed possibilities, and given how Shannon's mind worked, her thought process were the most typical and clichéd honeymoon spots imaginable: seeing the roaring falls of Niagara, taking in the splendor of the Grand Canyon, frolicking on the sunny beaches of southern California, resisting the sinful temptations of sin city Las Vegas. While Ruby had no objections to any of these spots, her opinion on the matter was that with theirs being such a big Hindu/Jewish fusion wedding, the most logical capper would be another pilgrimage to their respective ancestral nations, of which Shannon had to agree was a much better idea. Even the quickest and most cost-efficient overseas flight plans looked to have the newlyweds arriving in either of their destinations well after midnight local time if they were to leave following their ceremony – taking into consideration obvious jetlag immediately after such a rousing ceremony, the newlyweds would, no doubt, be exhausted by the time they would disembark their plane. At the suggestions of loved ones, it had been decided and agreed upon that the newlyweds should rest up over the weekend, so they can be recharged and ready to take off on their honeymoon bright and early the following Monday morning.
Royal Woods was such a small town, that its only airport had no airlines that would fly non-stop trips to either India or Israel, but a bigger metropolis like Great Lakes City did, and whenever Daniel had to travel to the big city for medical conferences, he was often put up in a hotel downtown known as the Lexicrown – a hotel that the Patels, coincidently, had their eyes on as their next investment after Ruby moved out. Both the Patels and the Tannenbaums chipped in to book a bridal suite at the Lexicrown for their daughters that weekend, which excited the both of them. Although Ruby had never been to Great Lakes City before, Shannon had a time or two over the years, but mostly only to attend some sort of ceremony to which her family had been invited. They looked forward to such a rest stop, but also to see what life in the big city was like (Luan had even recommended they pay a visit to a Mercado known as the Casagrande Market while they were in town).
'Big Wheel' drove the brides to the Royal Woods Municipal airport, where Rita Loud awaited at her private plane to fly them to Great Lakes City –another favor Luan called in for the nuptials- and after being flown to the big city, they were transported to their destination. If they thought the Royal Woods Riviera was swanky, even Ruby, who was used to Ritz, was blown away by how the Lexicrown Hotel in Great Lakes City seemed to make the Riviera pale in comparison – and that was just when the exterior of the massive skyscraper which seemed to forever disappear into the clouds met the brides' eyes. When they finally arrived at their booked room on the top floor and opened the door, they had to spend a moment in absolute awe of how opulent and luxurious their accommodations were as their eyes swept across their bridal suite – and Ruby thought the finest suites at her parents' hotel were sweet setups, but this suite was beyond sweet.
It was then at that very moment that the two also found themselves faced with the first awkward moment of their marriage, as they exchanged a glance with one another.
"Well, things just got a little weird, didn't they?" Shannon asked as she stroked the back of her head.
"Yeah, they did…" agreed Ruby as she stroked her arm. "So… who's going to carry who over the threshold?"
That was made this moment so awkward for them. Tradition held that the groom carried his bride over the threshold, but with both Shannon and Ruby being brides, who among the two of them would carry the other over the threshold? Suddenly, the Jewish bride had a lightbulb moment of how they could resolve their predicament – to Ruby's surprise; Shannon suddenly reached into her own cleavage, and in what almost seemed like a sleight-of-hand trick, produced a stack of Bee cards from her stacked 'C' cups.
"We'll cut for it," she offered.
A dumbfounded Ruby stood in silence as she stared at her bride in disbelief before she asked, "You seriously carry a deck of cards in your tits?"
"Never know when you may need one," shrugged Shannon. "What do you say? High card carries her bride over the threshold."
Ruby then gave her wife a suspicious smirk before she asked, "And… how do I know you haven't already stacked the deck in your favor to get that very outcome?"
Shannon appeared stunned to hear such talk leave her wife's lips as she teased, "Ruby… are insinuating that I, your wife, would stoop to such a sneaky, underhanded move as to cheat you out of a fair deal?"
"I just know you know your way around a deck of cards a little too well," said Ruby with a cocked eyebrow.
"Ruby… you don't trust me?" Shannon continued. "Trust should be one of the pillars of a healthy relationship and marriage…"
"I trust you, Shans," insisted Ruby. "But one can never be too careful…"
"You want to examine the deck yourself?" Shannon offered.
"Don't mind if I do…"
With that, Ruby took hold of the deck and gave it an inspection: she fanned it out to examine the faces and backs for any suspicious markings; she dribbled it in her hands a couple of times and put it through a couple of riffle shuffles to see if anything seemed out of the ordinary; when that was said and done, she fanned out and examined the cards once more before she was convinced that her wife had, in no way, stacked the deck.
"You first," she offered Shannon the honor as she held out the deck between them.
"Oh, you're too kind…" quipped Shannon before she cut the deck and took a peek at what she ended up with, which was clearly not a high card. "Three."
"Tough luck, Shans," said Ruby as Shannon returned her stack to the deck; the Indian bride then followed suit and cut the deck for herself to discover that the card she had gotten was… a two.
"That's alright," quipped Shannon in response to Ruby's condolence over the outcome.
Ruby shrugged, returned the deck to its rightful owner, and conceded, "Fair's fair…"
With that, Ruby wrapped her arms around Shannon's neck, while Shannon placed one arm around Ruby's back, and scooped her other arm behind the bends of her knees, as she lifted her bride off the floor, and held her in her arms for a moment while they locked eyes with one another.
"This is it… are you ready for this, my New Mrs. Tannenbaum?" Shannon asked.
"I've been ready for this for years, my Original Mrs. Tannenbaum…" Ruby answered.
The young Mrs. And Mrs. Tannenbaum shared a kiss before Shannon finally carried her Indian bride over the threshold and into their bridal suite, the door to which she gave a brief little kick behind her; all the while, Ruby snuggled up to her Jewish bride while cradled in her arms.
As evening drew nearer, both brides were in the bathroom, wrapped in thick, plushy, luxurious bathrobes, where Ruby drew a warm bubble bath for the two of them to enjoy before they proceeded with other activities.
"They always say you shouldn't swim after eating, so we may as well take a dip now before our banquets," teased Ruby in a sultry voice while she and Shannon shared a giggle.
Once the large bathtub for two had been filled, the two brides helped each other into disrobement, and took a moment to admire one another's gorgeous bodies. Ruby may have been a late bloomer who did not begin to grow into her body until she was a sophomore in high school, and Shannon did truly love her regardless of her shape, but it could not be denied that Ruby eventually developed a sensationally curvy body that the young Indian could actually be proud of; in addition to her sublime buttocks, Shannon especially loved Ruby's well-toned legs that were the result of all of those dance lessons she had taken – whether in a classroom setting, or practicing video tutorials at home. Ruby, meanwhile, had always admired (and used to be envious of) Shannon's voluptuous shape, especially her stupendously buxom breasts that only continued to grow larger and plumper as she grew older. Ruby never looked at women like that, and never found any attraction in women, but there was nothing on this earth that was more attractive and desirable to her than the work of art that was Shannon.
On the subject of works of art, there was still one minor detail from the ceremony that had yet to be paid off: Shannon had yet to find where Ruby had hidden her name on her body, and as she helped her bride into the tub, she took notice of something that, at quick glance, appeared to be some sort of blemish above her otherwise flawless behind.
"Wait a minute…" mumbled Shannon as she stopped Ruby and took a closer look. "Seriously, Rubes? That's where you hid my name?"
Ruby quickly snapped her head back so she could see the look on her bride's face as she laughed, "So worth it!"
Shannon tried her hardest not to laugh, but her pitiful attempt to keep a straight face only made Ruby laugh even harder, which finally caused her Jewish bride to break.
"I might've known you'd have my name tramp-stamped on your hot Indian ass…" she chortled.
"Have fun trying to wash that off…" teased Ruby.
Shannon's eyes widened over that remark as she asked, "Is that permanent?!"
Ruby's face took on a smile that Shannon had only ever seen on Lisa Loud, and usually whenever the Brainiac spilled more information than she intended to share. To Shannon's great relief, her name did indeed wash off (along with the rest of Ruby's Henna adornments) … however, that did not quell any ideas Ruby had entertained that, one day, Shannon's name might be on that spot of her body permanently. Shannon also discovered an unexpected treat while she washed the Sindoor powder out of Ruby's hair… as the shampoo was lathered into her long, straight, black locks, her hair seemed to take on an iridescent sheen that was akin to the feathers on the head of a pigeon: purplish at one angle, greenish at another, even silver at another – it was quite a fascinating sight that left Shannon in awe… her Indian lover's beauty never ceased to amaze her.
To bathe and cuddle each other in a warm, soothing bubble bath had brought back a cherished memory of the night the two of them had spent in a hot tub in the Royal Woods Riviera. It was an impactful night for both of them, as it was the night they had made a pact with one another that they would come out to their parents at the same time, so that neither of them would have to face such a daunting task alone.
After the brides had finished with their bath and began to dry each other, Ruby had, at long last, learned the secret to how Shannon kept her skin so baby soft: moisturizing lotion. Shannon had learned from her father being in the medical profession was that, as paradoxical as it seems, water actually dehydrates skin of its naturally-producing moisture, so all of her life, she would apply lotion to her skin after bathing. Ruby happily offered to oblige her wife her skincare routine, and as she rubbed lotion all over Shannon's body, an idea had popped into her mind for a prelude to their ensuing intimacy. She pumped a little extra lotion and smeared it onto her fingers, before she seductively backed Shannon up against the open bathroom door and proceeded to kiss her – just to get her into the mood. As they went deeper into their kiss, Ruby brought her lubricated fingers down to fondle Shannon's nether region, of which she felt gradually swell, before she slipped between the inner folds of Shannon's labia and entered the vaginal canal. She started off with one finger and as she felt how tight her wife was, enhanced their kissing to help loosen her up. As she maneuvered her tongue all around the inside of Shannon's mouth like a toothbrush, she could feel her wife gradually relax and expand, so she inserted another lubricated finger to manually stimulate her; she even pressed her body against Shannon's while Shannon gripped onto her shoulders. As their tongues twisted into a tango, Shannon began to release soft moans of pleasure from her wife's stimulation, so Ruby kept at it for a bit, but once she heard Shannon's moans turn to gasps, and felt not only some contractions in her vagina, but also a little trickle of pre-cum, she felt confident that her foreplay had effectively gotten Shannon into the proper mood for their wedding night bliss.
As they assumed their positions, Ruby maneuvered Shannon back into the main chamber of their bridal suite, tenderly eased her wife down onto the bed, and climbed atop her, where they spent a moment just looking at and admiring each other once again.
"You're so beautiful, Shannon…" cooed Ruby as she used her free hand to caress her Jewish bride's freckled cheek.
"You are a goddess, Ruby," beamed Shannon as she slowly wrapped her arms around her Indian bride and caressed her backside. "I am not worthy of you…"
"Correction: you are the only one worthy of me," insisted Ruby while she and Shannon shared a giggle before she resumed her tongue and finger work on her wife.
Soon, Ruby redirected her kissing southward, down Shannon's neck and to her chest, where she made it to her desired destination. Ever since Ruby first saw her beloved bear her bare breasts, she never got that image out of her mind. She also found it a somewhat amusing peculiarity that in spite of the sheer size of her breasts, Shannon also possessed little nipples… but that mattered not to Ruby. She took one of Shannon's soft little nipples into her mouth, and feverishly rubbed her tongue over it until she felt it harden, after which, she pinched it between her teeth and chewed on it; at the same time, she also took Shannon's other nipple into her free hand, and just as feverishly stimulated it with her thumb until it hardened, after which, she took it between her thumb and fingers to pinch and twist it in circular motions. When all was said and done, both of Shannon's little pink soldiers stood at attention for their commanding officer. As Shannon tightened her embrace around Ruby, her moans of pleasure turned into gasps again; Ruby felt more contractions in Shannon's vagina, but this time, it resulted in a bigger squirt of fluid shot into her hand… Shannon had reached her first climax for the evening. While Shannon's breathing calmed and her embrace slackened, Ruby helped herself to her wife's finger-licking goodness and felt equally as confident that Shannon had been thoroughly warmed up for their evening.
Now, Ruby was done goofing off; she was ready to get down to serious business.
Dance lessons helped her develop quite a bit of flexibility; as Ruby straddled Shannon's crotch, she spread her legs as far apart as she was physically capable – it looked as though she did a full split on her knees. She knew that doing so maximized the amount of friction she felt across the whole of her enlarged vulva, which in turn, heightened the pleasure she felt, as she slowly and methodically began to grind against her wife. Those lessons not only gave her great flexibility, but also a sense of rhythm; in addition to her pelvic thrust, she also treated Shannon to some more of those steamy, Bollywood-inspired moves that her wife found so hypnotic and mesmerizing during their Sangeet portion of their day-before party… Shannon salivated in more ways than one. Having explored each other's bodies before, Shannon knew exactly what Ruby was receptive to; she placed her hands onto Ruby's curvaceous hips, and gradually massaged her way down to her silky inner thighs, which did, indeed, enhance her bride's pleasure as it did her own – to feel her thighs was just as pleasurable for the giver as it was the receiver. Just as gradually, Ruby increased her pelvic speed, and a moment later, lifted her hair off of her back, and clasped her hands behind her head, exposing her smooth under arms – a sight that her wife found just as mesmerizing. Shannon slid her hands up the sides of her wife's body, briefly caressed her breasts along the way, and began to run her hands along the undersides of Ruby's upper arms. Ruby allowed Shannon a moment to pleasure her thusly before she took hold of one of her wife's hands and proceeded to suck on each of her fingers – one at a time. This started a chain reaction that followed with Ruby kissing the palm of Shannon's hand, and working her way down the rest of her arm while she also pulled her into an upright position until they were able to wrap their arms around each other and share in another passionate kiss, before Shannon rested her head atop Ruby's chest pillows, while Ruby rested her chin atop Shannon's head. One thing that turned Shannon on almost as much as sex with Ruby itself were the sounds that Ruby made during sex – she did not merely moan in pleasure, hers were loud, beastly roars of ecstasy that only grew louder and more animalistic as she began to ascend the dome of her orgasm. Shannon could feel that same ascent, so she decided to lend a hand, or two, as she grabbed onto that hot Indian ass she loved so much, and tugged on her cheeks at the same pace and rhythm that Ruby thrusted her pelvis. The pace quickened the higher they ascended their dome, until finally, they reached the peak, and achieved their first mutual climax of the evening. And they absolutely loved it. Nothing felt more beautifully intimate to either of them than the feeling of their love juices mixing between their most sacred areas; these two individuals really felt bonded and connected as one unit. Although it was not their first time having sex with each other, just knowing that it was their first time sharing in their deepest and most intimate act of love as lawfully wedded wives touched their hearts like nothing else ever had… it really was as though they took each other's flowers for the first time again, just as Ruby said. In fact, Shannon became just a tad emotional in that moment, as this was exactly how she always dreamed her first time being intimate with Ruby on their wedding night would feel, and as she silently wept for a moment, Ruby tenderly caressed the crown of her head, as though to communicate in a non-verbal manner that she was just as aware of how special, how wonderful, how blessed this magic moment was for both of them. As the two brides descended from their dome, their breathing and their emotions began to calm.
One thing that Shannon had eventually learned about herself was that despite having spent a sizable portion of her life in celibacy, she, as it turned out, was multi-orgasmic… and she was quite okay with that, because it was then that a thought had occurred to her: why was her wife doing all the work and having all of the fun? She wanted to get in on this hot action as well. She playfully wrestled Ruby down onto the bed, while she assumed the top position… now it was her turn to dominate… and Ruby very much looked forward to this; sex definitely brought out the primal side of Shannon, and she knew how to rock Ruby's world.
She may have lacked Ruby's sense of rhythm, but taking pantomime courses in school had also given Shannon a great amount of flexibility, as she, too, spread her legs as far apart as she physically could to maximize the friction on her vulva before she began to grind against Ruby; as she was already greatly aroused by their ongoing sex-capades, she did not bother to start off methodically like Ruby did – she already started at a good pace. Shannon lowered herself atop of Ruby to share in more passionate kissing, while Ruby wrapped her arms around Shannon. She not only ran her fingers through her wife's luscious hair, but because some of it dangled down into her face, Ruby flipped a couple of rogue curls into her mouth to suck on while their tongues tangled. Shannon nibbled her way down Ruby's neck, across her exquisite collar bone, and finally to her perky breasts. Ruby may have had a sizeable bust herself, but in contrast to Shannon, she had much larger nipples, and Shannon wasted no time popping one of them into her mouth, on which she sucked like an offspring of a warm-blooded mammal nursing on its mother's teat before she ended up sucking the whole breast into her mouth. Ruby's euphoria achieved even higher orbit as she felt more ecstasy tingle throughout her body and decided to offer her wife further assistance: she arched her back and threw her chest out to give Shannon more room to work. Shannon then moved over to Ruby's other nipple, gave it the same amount of time and attention, and soon, Ruby's breasts became the proud owners of a pair of actual whopper milk duds. By now, Shannon wanted more momentum, as she returned to an upright position and leaned back, while her grinding became more voracious; she also lifted her hair off of her back and clasped her hands behind her head, briefly cocking her head to lick a trickle of sweat off of her shoulder. Ruby, meanwhile, was treated to a spectacular show – she very much enjoyed watching the gainaxing of her wife's bountiful breasts as they bounced and jiggled with each thrust; it gave Ruby a desire to play with her favorite toys, as she reached up, latched onto Shannon's hot Jewish blintzes, and squeezed them like a pair of rubber stress balls. Much like Ruby and thigh massages, Shannon was very receptive to breast massages, and the pleasurable sensations from her erogenous zone made her feel as though she experienced an addictive high; she clutched her hands onto Ruby's, and massaged along with her, as they both squeezed her sensitive breasts so hard that it squeezed gasps for air out of her. When she felt herself begin to ascend her dome into another orgasm –and Ruby's loud, beastly groans were indicative of the same- Shannon decided to try a big finish that she had in mind. She intertwined her fingers with Ruby's to help brace herself as she leaned forward slightly and shifted her weight to transfer all the pressure squarely onto their clitorises, then began to swirl her swollen rosebud around Ruby's hazelnut nearly as fast as she could spin a Dreidel. Ruby practically screamed in pure, unadulterated rapture from the indescribable sensation she felt on her most sensitive spot, and even Shannon's moans had increased both in volume and ferocity – it felt more amazing than she even imagined; it sent electrical shockwaves through both of their bodies. It may have quickened their ascent, and Ruby begged for Shannon not to stop, but in no time, both brides reached their peak again, which resulted in the biggest, wettest, most explosive climax they had ever achieved, as pearly fluids burst out of both of them like two bottles of champagne popped open at the same time, all of which Shannon's into a slippery swirl that felt even more rapturous. While Shannon's swirl slowed to a halt, both hers and Ruby's bodies quaked as they descended from their dome again before Shannon finally collapsed on top of her Indian bride; Ruby, once again, threw her arms tightly around her Jewish bride, as their racing hearts pounded against each other. Ruby was beyond cloud nine at this point… she was probably on cloud eleven, or even twelve, but it went without saying that Shannon's sex took her to paradise, and Shannon knew that such an incredible finish would definitely be a move to add to her repertoire.
As before, the two brides snuggled each other dearly while their breathing calmed; Ruby planted a few light kisses across Shannon's shoulder, while Shannon buried her face into the crook of Ruby's neck. They needed a moment to compose themselves, but neither bride was ready to call it quits – not by a long shot. As a matter of fact, the thought had occurred to Ruby that after she and Shannon had achieved multiple wet orgasms, why should all of that literal awesome sauce, as she called it, go to waste?
Before Shannon knew it, she was nudged onto her side and found her wife's juicy crotch approach her face, while Ruby inverted herself to plant her face into Shannon's crotch, thus positioning them into a sideways sixty-nine. Ruby started off her midnight snack with a first course of slurping up all of the cum that had been smeared into Shannon's equally curly pubic hair; she followed with a second course of licking away more from within Shannon's velvety pink curtains like one would a delicious sauce off of the bottom of a dinner plate; she followed with a third course of sticking her tongue into Shannon's opening, where she lapped up any remaining trace evidence of fluid from the inner walls of her birth canal; she finally finished with a dessert of continuing her tongue action into stimulating her wife for yet another round, and while she ate away inside, she also munched on Shannon's carpet outside. While Ruby had her face full of her Christmas tree wife's Hanukkah bush, Shannon was made aware of a particular procedure that her Indian wife had prior to their nuptials: a Brazilian. She could not deny that she enjoyed the feeling of her wife's smooth, hairless vaginal lips against her own facial lips… but there was no way that she herself would ever get such a wax job – the pain would be too much for her to bear. She also enjoyed the feeling of her Indian's wife taught round buttocks and smooth thighs in her hands and went to town stroking and massaging them while she ate out. This, of course, heightened Ruby's arousal even more, but to her surprise, that sensual massaging turned into spanking – something that Shannon had never done before, though the sadomasochistic streak in Ruby found quite exciting; she returned the favor, and soon, the entire room was filled with the sounds of fleshy slaps and muffled yelps. Shannon's final spank went a step further as she not only did not let go, but also dug her fingernails into Ruby's butt cheek, which elicited a loud growl of ecstatic euphoria from her wife. With such intense pleasure, Ruby was much quicker to blow her load into Shannon's mouth than Shannon was hers. They say that the exact taste of a woman's cum depends on differing factors, but Shannon always found Ruby's taste somewhat floury – no wonder Ruby was her dear poppadum; she savored Ruby's love juice like a fine wine before she swallowed, then resumed kissing and licking her vulva, butt cheeks, and inner thighs. Ruby loved having Shannon's cum in her mouth, and when Shannon finally reached her next climax, Ruby gleefully gulped down all that was shot into her mouth, then went back in for seconds as she tried to suck up every last drop from within Shannon's tunnel of love like one would with a straw in the bottom of a glass; she understood why her cultural ancestors regarded a woman's cum as the nectar of the gods, because this was like literal sweet cream from her sweet blintz.
Shannon still had something else to try on Ruby for another round, but this one took her bride totally by surprise: Shannon produced a turkey baster that she had filled with her own fluids… an improvised sex toy, if you will. Ruby could not believe this, as Shannon did not like the use of toys in sex. Although her internment at the conversion camp had been mercifully brief, it was still a traumatizing experience for Shannon, and among the treatments she was subjected to was so-called 'Curative physical therapy,' which involved her being restrained while prosthetic male organs were forced inside her to stimulate her into orgasms, 'as Biology, Nature, and God Himself intended.' But Shannon's dislike for sex toys preceded even that. Ruby tried using toys on her once before, but Shannon found the overall experience lacked intimacy, and the orgasm lacked satisfaction, as this was with an object, and not direct physical contact with her lover. Ruby, however, expressed curiosity in wondering what the experience felt like, so now, Shannon was ready to finally satisfy that curiosity for her. She inserted the baster into Ruby's opening and repeatedly pumped it in and out of her birth canal until Ruby signaled that she was close to another orgasm, and as soon as she witnessed Ruby's fluids leak out, Shannon squeezed the bulb to shoot her own fluids up into her wife's womb, essentially turning the turkey baster into a Canadian squirt gun. Ruby's curiosity may have been satisfied, but she had to agree with Shannon's disappointment with the overall experience… physically, she may have enjoyed the feeling of something long and hard penetrate her, but sexually, she, too, found a lack of satisfaction in an orgasm that was achieved with an object as opposed to direct physical contact with her wife. From that moment on, sex toys were off the table for both Shannon and Ruby.
They incorporated their old school theatrical skills into a round of kinky roleplaying, in which Shannon assumed the role of an unscrupulous producer casting for her next major production, while Ruby assumed the role of a down-on-her-luck thespian whose very ethnicity made it a challenge for her to land any decent gigs, and who was so desperate for work, that she would do anything for a role in this production, so Shannon agreed to audition her on the condition that she showed her everything she had to offer… and Ruby set out to impress the hell out of her potential producer so she could get a role. The desperate thespian treated the producer to a full-bodied massage that went one step beyond: she played with her plump puppies, tenderly teased her tantalizing tummy, fondled her firm fanny, salivated over her shapely and statuesque stems, and finally ravished her ravishing womanhood, which resulted in a cinematic climax that would never be shown in theaters. As per their agreement, the producer hired the now-lucky thespian, not only for a role in her new production, but also for other private activities behind closed doors; indeed, the depraved producer had been made to feel like a queen. In fact, Ruby wanted to reverse the roles for another round; this time, she assumed the role of a ravenous Indian queen, while Shannon assumed the role of her loyal lady-in-waiting who found fulfilment in meeting her every desire – and who knew exactly how to please her queen: Shannon laid on her back and had Ruby sit on her face like a throne, allowing her Indian queen to be a cunnilingus cowgirl. Shannon licked and sucked on Ruby's dangling dark brown butterfly before her tongue found its way back into Ruby's tunnel of love, while she also commenced with more butt and thigh massages; indeed, Shannon made Ruby feel like a queen all evening. Once again, it was not long before Ruby blew another load of her succulent flour into Shannon's mouth, although a moment later, she witnessed the spectacle of Shannon's own climax as she watched an expulsion of fluid gush out of her wife's vagina like a fountain. While most of it landed onto the bedding, some of it managed to clear the length of the bed and landed on the floor below; a part of Ruby felt sorry for the chambermaid(s) who would have to clean up their messes, but there was no sense in crying over spilled pussy milk. Still, to actually see Shannon's cum shot, and even hear the 'splurt' sound that accompanied such, was enough to stimulate a little post-cum out of Ruby which trickled onto Shannon's face as she arose from the throne. Once she realized what happened, she licked the clear trickle off of her wife's freckled face before her tongue slipped back into her mouth for another kiss.
Each woman continued to make deep, intimate, passionate love to her beautiful, gorgeous, sexy bride for hours into the night. Of course, with theirs being female-on-female sex, there was plenty of sensual scissoring, spooning, and delegating to be had throughout their evening – the latter of which treated Ruby to a facial when, at one point, her tongue managed to find Shannon's 'G' spot, which prompted her wife to blast her sweet cream all over her face (a little act of revenge for the earlier unexpected facial that Ruby had treated Shannon to).
The sun had already risen for quite a while by the time Shannon and Ruby could finally go no longer; their stamina was shot, their endurance was exhausted, and their tanks were empty. Disheveled, sticky, and sweaty, they both collapsed side-by-side, hand-in-hand, onto the soiled and stained bed beneath them, and felt as though they needed to be hooked up to oxygen tanks; breathing had become an impossibility for each of them as they both labored to replenish air into their lungs.
"Ru… Ru… Ru…by?" Shannon addressed her wife between gasps for air.
"Huh? … Uh-huh?" Ruby responded in kind.
"How… many times… did we… do it…?" Shannon wheezed.
One advantage the two brides had in their favor was that women have shorter post-orgasm refractory periods than men (that is to say, women can recover after an orgasm much quicker than men), which certainly helped their endurance to keep going and going. Their previous personal record was about four rounds in a single session… as to exactly how many rounds they went for this session, the curious Shannon was not sure… and, apparently, neither was Ruby…
"Honestly… I… stopped counting… after… like… seven…" the Indian bride huffed.
"Damn!" Shannon responded bluntly.
A single laugh erupted from Ruby after that unexpected and rather colorful remark from her bride; in all of the years she had known Shannon, the only other time she could recall her ever uttering even a mild swear word was all the way back in the ninth grade, when she finally called out her former arch-nemesis, Amy, on being the bitch that she once was.
"You… were right… Rubes…" panted Shannon with a single tear in her eye, while Ruby turned her head to face her wife. "Taking… each other's flowers… for the first time… again… as… lawfully wedded wives… was… everything I ever dreamed of… nothing could have diminished this night… not even that slumber party… this… was even better…"
"The feeling… is very… very… mutual…" panted Ruby as she tightened her grip on Shannon's hand and brought it up to her lips to kiss.
Ruby had absolutely no regrets about that slumber party, nor of she and Shannon deflowering each other on that night, but as with their first time falling in love, their first date, and even their first kiss, their first time having sex was even better the second time, because this time they did so not as two insecure girlfriends whose future together was uncertain, but as lawfully wedded wives who knew for absolute certain the future ahead of them was a clear and unwinding road.
If she found amusement in Shannon's previously colorful remark, Ruby had one of her own as she mentally replayed all that Shannon had treated her to throughout their evening of marital bliss…
"That was fucking awesome…" she declared while Shannon stifled a snicker. "If you're this awesome now… I can't wait to see what you're like when you're older…"
Shannon turned her head to face her wife as well; that remark seemed to come out of left field, and she wanted to know, "Where'd that come from?"
Ruby then rolled over onto her side so as to completely face her wife, and explained, "It… may have come from something I once read that said a woman's sex drive gets better as she gets older…"
Among other things she had previously read when she found herself doing some 'homework' on female sexuality after she had been dating Shannon for a while to familiarize herself on what she could do with her when things began to progress more intimately between them… homework that Shannon herself had also studied, although she was too embarrassed to confess to such.
That last particular point of Ruby's brought a smile to Shannon's face. Ruby had seen Shannon smile countless times – she always had the most beautiful smile… but, there was something about this particular smile that she had never quite seen in her before… a certain serenity that did not go unnoticed, which made her curious as to what may have run through her bride's mind.
"What?" She asked.
"Nothing…" said Shannon before she, too, rolled over onto her side to completely face her wife. "It's just… you really do seem keen on the idea of us growing old together…"
Ruby's smile widened as she moved closer to Shannon until they were cuddled up to each other.
"I just want us to be together… forever…"
"Me too, Rubes; me too…" replied Shannon; her smile never left her face. "For better or worse…"
"In good times and bad…" added Ruby.
"In sickness and health…" continued Shannon.
"Till death do us part…" concluded Ruby.
"I do…" they both said in unison as they giggled amongst themselves once more before they shared another passionate kiss and swapped whatever residual oral and vaginal salivation remained on their lips.
The two brides meant what they said. Making love was, indeed, amazing, and did wonders for both of them in benefitting their sexual health, but to be able to just cuddle, snuggle, and hold one another within their arms did wonders for the overall intimacy between them – perhaps even more so. Shannon felt this way from the beginning, but it was a lesson that Ruby learned overtime, and not just from mistakes she had made in the infancy of their romance in overstepping Shannon's boundaries. Even after Shannon was rescued from the conversion camp, given the trauma she endured, it took her a long time to feel comfortable being intimate with Ruby again. While that period of uncertainty was initially difficult for Ruby to come to terms with, she eventually was willing to accept the possibility of living without intimacy in her life if it meant not having to live without Shannon in her life altogether… fortunately for both of them, Ruby staying by her side in addition to months of legitimate therapy helped Shannon overcome her trauma and reclaim her life. As they both had just expressed to one another, just being together mattered more to them, and the overall health of their relationship –now marriage- than anything else… even as sex became a more regular aspect of their life together, neither woman would dare go a single day without embracing the other and telling her much she meant to her – that was how deeply and hopelessly they were in love with each other. Other couples may find such a notion too vanilla, but they would argue that there was nothing wrong with vanilla.
"Wanna know something?" Ruby asked.
"Of course…" replied Shannon.
"Honestly, I believed we were already married, anyway," said Ruby, which garnered a perplexed, yet inquisitive look from her wife, so she went on to explain: "Ever since our prom… the way you proposed to me, how we exchanged corsages, when we danced… that night, I really felt in my heart like we were married… and I've thought of you as my wifey ever since. I'm so happy we finally tied the knot for-realsies… but, even if this day never happened, you'd still be my wifey in my heart."
"Oh, Ruby…" cooed Shannon as she squeezed her wifey all the more tightly – she never lost that sense of how appreciated, how needed, and how valued Ruby made her feel. Even as the two brides gazed into one another's sleepy eyes, Shannon was aware of the time of day, and curious to know if her wife was in need of actual nourishment. "You want breakfast?"
"Nah… I ate out last night…" replied Ruby with a yawn before a mischievous little smirk took over her face. "Several times…"
Shannon snickered again at the cheeky remark, regardless if it was actually more true than humorous.
"Yeah…" she agreed before she proposed another idea. "Well, we really don't have any plans set in stone for today… let's just lie here and enjoy the now…"
Ruby was already a step ahead of Shannon – post-sex exhaustion had finally lulled her into sleep, which elicited yet another snicker out of her tickled bride.
"Oh, Ruby… you're impossible…" she said in amusement. "But, I love you… so much…"
She planted a tender little kiss onto her beloved Indian wife's forehead, and also let post-sex exhaustion lull her into slumber.
As it turned out, Ruby was not so dead to the world that she not only could hear her beloved Jewish wife's words, but respond to them as well…
"Shannon…" she spoke softly. "I have always loved you…"
Author's note: OK, wow, I did not know Grace had that in him. Take a snapshot, as this will most likely be the only M-rated content we get from him. Anyway, this concludes our wedding fic and contribution to Pride Month. I hope all our LGBT allies are keeping safe, especially now, when right-wing hatred is at an all-time high, and know that Grace and I are with you, and that our corners of the Internet are welcoming spaces for all of you. The usual disclaimers, I own nothing. All properties belong to their respective owners. Enjoy.
