At last, the big day was just a few hours away. At ten o'clock the following morning, Hannah and I were to be man and wife. Or at least, that's what the outside world would see. The reality was that, after our honeymoon, I would live almost totally as a woman. Now that Hannah was settled into her new job, she became even more bossy and dominant at home, although I never let her get it all her own way. But at least now she was earning a lot more than before, and we were glad of the extra income to pay for the wedding. In fact, I'd approached Hannah and told her the outline of my plan to live as Carla all the time. She listened carefully, and seemed to be keen on the idea, but she still kept her usual objectivity in pointing out some possible problems, most of which I'd already thought of.
By the Thursday before the wedding, she'd organised for me to be transferred to her department, and I would be starting when we got back from our honeymoon. If everything went as I hoped, a few weeks after that I could apply to work from home again, and as both Hannah and Claire were the only ones who needed to approve it, I would be able to start living full time as Carla about three months after the wedding.
Meantime, on the eve of the big day, Hannah and I were just doing those last-minute things that needed double-checking so things would run smoothly. At heart, I suppose we were still old fashioned. At least we were going to keep to the tradition that the bride shouldn't see the groom until she walked down the aisle on her wedding day. We'd spent the day calling the florists, the hotel for the reception, the wedding car company and a whole host of other people who we were relying on to make our day special. Of course, they weren't the only people who were going to help make it special, but more about that later.
All the preparations and the flurry of activity had seemed so frenetic, but in actual fact I found it quite calming. It had helped take my mind off the fact that it wouldn't be me that was wearing the wedding dress, walking down the aisle. I so wanted that. Deep in my heart, I wanted to be a blushing bride who was getting married to a man who would be my husband and treat me as his wife for the rest of our lives. But I knew that, by marrying Hannah, I was getting much more than that.
Around eight o'clock, Tom arrived. He was to be my best man (which I often giggled at as he already was my 'best man', but in quite a different way!), and so would spend the night at our house while Hannah went to her parent's place. Hannah and I had deliberately not made love for around a week before the wedding because we wanted to make the consummation something special. By the eve of the wedding, our lack of sex was making us both extremely tetchy and short tempered, but somehow we managed top get through it.
It wasn't until around nine that Hannah was finally ready to leave. Once she'd closed her suitcase on the bed, she turned to me and I kissed her tenderly as we said our last goodbye before we were to be husband and wife. She felt so good in my arms, and it took all my self-restraint not to make love to her there and then. We held each other for a few moments before she turned and left me for the last time. Tom kept me company for an hour or two before we went to sleep in separate beds.
As it happened, all our worrying about the wedding proved groundless. I know that's it's an old cliché, but the day was, for lack of a better word, perfect. The sun shone, everything ran like clockwork, and Hannah looked absolutely amazing as she walked down the aisle. She wore a beautiful strapless white dress that tapered into her slim waist before the embroidered material spread into a long train behind her. A sharp pang of jealousy or envy shot through me as I wished we could trade places, and it would be me who was the bride. However, it soon passed as I reminded myself that I would soon become a beautiful woman too, and that I needed to focus on the moment.
As she pushed back her veil, I felt so proud and full of love as I stood beside her that I found it difficult to hold back my emotions. When I turned and looked in her eyes, I could tell it was the same for her too. Somehow we managed to stumble our way through the ceremony, the pictures, the reception and the wedding lunch. At five o'clock, the car to take us to the hotel had arrived, and Hannah and I said our goodbyes to everyone before we left for our honeymoon.
We weren't flying to the Bahamas until the following day, so Hannah and I had booked a honeymoon suite in a nice hotel on the outskirts of the city for the night, not far from the airport. Within seconds of the door closing behind us, we were locked in a passionate embrace, our mouths clamped together as we finally had each other to ourselves. When we came up for air, I swept Hannah off her feet and carried her to the bedroom and gently laid her on the bed. Even though we were both desperate for each other, we managed to restrain ourselves to passionate kissing as we lay on the bed. After a while, we rose and I opened the complimentary champagne that was sitting on a prepared tray, next to a bowl of fresh strawberries.
"To us," I toasted, and we sipped the delicious wine before I turned to my new wife.
After taking her glass from her and resting it on the table, I took her beautiful face in my hands and kissed her, holding her in my arms like it was the first time. When our lips parted, she looked at me, her eyes glistening.
"Take me, Carl. Make love to me, please, like it's the first time," she said softly.
I smiled at her, and kissed her again before reaching around to unlace her dress. Once it was loose enough, the front fell away to reveal a beautiful basque that I recognised. It was the first one I'd bought for myself, all those months ago at her cousin's boutique. I smiled in appreciation as I gently pulled her dress down over her hips, discovering only then that she wasn't wearing any knickers. She stepped out of the dress and beamed at me.
"Something borrowed..." she grinned, indicating the basque.
Hannah reached over and undid my tie, and then she slowly worked her way down the buttons of my shirt before removing it. Teasingly, she sucked on my nipples while running her long fingernails down my back, and for a second my desire to have my own breasts surged through me. Then she reached for my trouser belt and unbuckled it, unzipped my fly and slid her hand into my boxers. I moaned with delight as her fingers grasped my shaft tightly, her busy teeth nipping at my sensitive teats, sending me wild with lust. I held her head to my breast as if feeding a hungry infant while she cupped my swollen balls, gently rolling them in her hand.
Working her way down my body, she knelt before me and soon took my engorged manhood into her mouth. I gave out a strangled squeal as her lips worked their way down the shaft until they reached my belly, and she stayed there for a long moment, my cock firmly embedded in her velvety throat. Hannah glanced up at me, and then gave me probably the best oral sex I've ever had in my life, working her expert tongue over all the sensitive spots, and even managing to discover new ones. Every time she felt my sap rising, she released me, turning her attention to my testicles and even my bum, her tongue rimming me gently.
After five minutes of this beautiful, sensuous torture, I could stand no more. I pulled Hannah to her feet and then firmly guided her to the bed. Pushing her back onto it, I stepped out of my trousers and my mouth went straight for her honey pot. Hannah reached down and held my head while I licked, sucked and probed her like never before. Determined to give her as much pleasure as she had given me a moment before, I managed to make her climax twice before I had to come up for air, her pussy juices running down my chin.
"Carl, please..." she whispered, and I needed no encouraging.
I took hold of her ankles, and raised her legs. Mercilessly, I teased her opening with the head of my cock, watching her desperation before plunging it deep inside her in one fluid thrust. Hannah gave out the sexiest howl I'd ever heard as I filled her sopping pussy. Desperately trying to control myself, I concentrated on moving my hips forward and back in a slow, steady motion as I gazed adoringly at my new bride. Hannah was glowing with a sheen of perspiration, her breasts spilling out of the basque as they bounced sexily with each thrust of my cock. The low, guttural 'uh, uh' she made every time my balls slapped against her buttocks was driving me mad with lust, and it wasn't long before I lost my self-control.
Holding her ankles above her head, I soon began to fuck her beautiful body as hard as I could, all the time Hannah shouting and moaning encouragement.
"Fuck me, oh baby, yes, fuck me hard, oh God yes..." and so on.
She looked so adorable in her bridal basque, her legs high in the air as her new husband pounded her. Before I knew it, I could feel the beginnings of a climax deep in my bowels.
"Oh, fuck, I'm coming.." I managed to mumble.
"Yes, oh fuck, yes, give me your come, husband, give it to me Carl," Hannah yelled, tightening her vulva as her slit gripped my slick cock.
It was too much, and a couple of seconds later I shot my seed into her. After over a week without sex, it felt so good as I flooded her pussy with cum, and I began to think that I'd never stop coming. It seemed to take an age before my balls were emptied, and I released her legs as I fell forward onto her yielding, soft flesh. We lay panting for a few minutes, her arms around me as I lay on her breast.
"Thank you," she whispered.
I turned my head to look up at her.
"No, thank you. You've made me the happiest man alive today, and that really was the icing on the cake. I love you so much, Hannah."
"And I love you too," she replied.
After sharing a kiss, we lay there for a few moments, contented. But I knew that our love making was only just starting. Idly, I took her nipple between my finger and thumb, rolling it gently but firmly. Soon she started to gasp as the pressure got stronger, and I responded by taking it between my teeth and gently biting on it. I took hold of the other one, and soon Hannah was arching her back on the bed as I sucked, pinched and nibbled her breasts in the way that I knew she loved. I reached round and unhooked her basque, throwing it on the floor now that her naked body was totally available to me.
I worked my way down her belly, the scent of our love-making getting stronger as I did so. As my kisses reached the bottom of her belly, I let my tongue slide down her bare pudenda and straight between her legs. I lapped at her lips, savouring the taste of my cum and her juices combined. Greedily, I licked and slurped, getting as much of the sticky fluid as I could, swallowing it all. I moved around so my hips were above her face, and was delighted when I felt her tongue licking my growing member.
We lay in the sixty-nine position for a while, both of us lovingly licking and sucking the other. The effect of going without sex for the previous week was obviously having an impact on our libido, and it wasn't long before Hannah rolled us over and climbed onto my cock, her face flushed and intent. She leaned forward as she slid her pussy up and down the length of my prick before sliding it into her wetness, and I reached forward and took her nipples back between my fingers, holding on to them so that each rise and fall of her body stretched them slightly. I watched her as her desperation to climax again built to a peak, full of love and lust at the sight of her gorgeous body impaled on my cock.
I could sense that she was close, so I gently tightened my grip on her nipples and pulled her teats a fraction towards me. She groan loudly, and I felt her pussy tighten around me as she came, her face contorted into a look of sheer pleasure and release. I smiled as I grabbed both breasts roughly and squeezed them. I knew she loved me doing it, and her eyes widened in surprise as I kneaded them like dough in my hands, turning them in opposing circles. I said we should swap positions, so she reluctantly climbed off me.
I got off the bed and told her to get on all fours. Crawling up behind her, I teased her for a moment, rubbing my cock over her ass and pussy before thrusting it hard into her, making her gasp. I reached round and grabbed her mammaries, holding onto them as I slammed into her wet, sopping vulva, using them to pull her back onto my now rampant cock. Hannah went wild, shouting her encouragement as I plunged my cock deep inside her. Our bodies became a blur as they slapped together, and Hannah's arms gave way as she fell forwards onto the bed.
Almost instinctively I followed her, my cock still buried in her as she sprawled onto the bed. I tightened my grip on her breasts as I fucked her mercilessly, and Hannah bit the bed covers as she came yet again. Her sexy ass looked so good, so I let go of her breasts and took hold of her gorgeous rump instead, sinking my fingers into her pliant flesh. Hannah moaned as I parted her bum cheeks, manipulating them before giving each one a playful little slap.
"Oh, yes!" she breathed as my hand struck her pink flesh.
Encouraged, I slapped her a few more times, each one a little harder. Hannah bit down on the covers in an attempt to stop herself from squealing, but her cries were still clearly audible as my stinging blows had their desired effect. I grabbed both cheeks and pulled them apart, admiring the sight of her arse. Slowly, I pulled out of her pussy and lined my cock up against her ass. I looked down to make sure she was okay with it, the head of my cock pushing at her sphincter. I held it there for a few seconds, the sexual tension in the air almost palpable.
My patience was rewarded as I felt Hannah push back against my cock, her loud wail dulled by the covers as my cock stretched her tight hole. Gently, I pushed forward until I was totally embedded in her ass. I stayed there for a moment, savouring the tightness of her arse on my cock before I took hold of her hips and slowly started to plough a new furrow. While I'd fucked Hannah in her ass before, it was quite a rare thing for us to do, usually only happening on special occasions. Hannah gave out some strange, strangled cries as I firmly rocked her hips on my cock. As she'd fucked me more times than I can remember like this, I knew from experience how she felt.
Her cries changed from vague discomfort to pleasure as my steel rod took command of her body. Her muffled cries filled the room as I took her the way she'd taken me so many times as Carla, turning me on even more. Hannah slipped a hand between her legs and her busy fingers rubbed her clit as I plunged deeper into her. I felt her ass tighten even more, and soon the need for release began to build inside me. Determined to savour the moment as long as I could, I held on desperately to her hips, slamming harder and harder into her sweet ass until I couldn't stop myself from exploding deep inside her, filling her with my creamy juices.
We both cried out as we came together, her vice-like grip on me almost becoming uncomfortable. I collapsed on top of her, still firmly trapped by her ravaged arse. Our sweaty bodies lay together as I tenderly stroked her, telling her how much I loved her. Hannah twisted round and kissed me as best she could before collapsing back onto the bed.
How long we lay like that, I have no idea, but it seemed like hours before either of us recovered enough strength to move. Finally, we rolled over and I held my wife in my arms. I kissed her repeatedly, full of happiness. We both felt complete, content to just lay there and enjoy the silence of each other, no need for words or questions. Slowly the afternoon rolled by as we sipped our now flat champagne and nibbled on the strawberries until our strength returned.
I felt the tug of a familiar yearning inside me as I gazed about the room. My eyes fell on Hannah's wedding dress, and immediately I remembered the pang of jealousy I felt at the alter as Hannah walked down the aisle. Hannah saw me looking at it and must have realised what I was thinking by the look on my face. She sighed, semi-theatrically.
"Go on, Carla. I know you're dying to try it on," she said smiling. "But I think we both need to shower first."
I beamed at her, and kissed and hugged her hard. After a quick shower, I put my basque on and sat in front of the vanity mirror to do my make-up and hair while Hannah went to the bathroom. I was so excited at the prospect of becoming the blushing bride that I wished I'd been earlier in the day that I could hardly put my lipstick on straight. Hannah came out the shower and mumbled something about 'what's good for the gander is good for the goose', and started to collect my clothes and put them on.
Once she was dressed, Hannah helped me to squeeze into the beautiful dress. It fitted perfectly, although there was some looseness around the hips as I still didn't have the curves Hannah did. Not yet, anyway. After I'd slipped on the shoes, Hannah stood back and regarded me as I stood excited and yet nervous.
"Wow!" she said.
I beamed as she looked me up and down, her smiling face and comments telling me all I needed to know. She led me to the full length mirror and I saw myself in a wedding dress for the first time. I couldn't believe it. As I gazed upon my reflection, I clearly saw the woman that I was so desperate to be looking back at me. A happy, attractive woman called Carla. A blushing bride. My heart felt so full as I saw my true self, my beautiful, smiling Hannah by my side. She came and kissed me tenderly, and we held each other in a loving embrace for what seemed like ages before we were disturbed by a knock at the door...
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