Upon returning from Maui the couple slowly started to plan their wedding. The first thing they agreed upon was to keep it small and casual since it would be a second marriage for each. The second was the date: they selected the third Saturday in March which would be fifty-two weeks from their first date at the you-pick flower field, March 21, 2026. Finally, they decided to have the ceremony and reception together at a hotel resort.
Fast Forward: It was now toward the end of February and four weeks until the wedding. The couple had fifty people RSVP for the wedding as a few families and friends couldn’t make it due to Spring Break plans. Maria wanted to keep everything in what she called a “relaxed and casual” vibe. She worked with the wedding planner at the resort about flowers and meals, and her sister Rosa helped her select a dress that met her lowkey theme.
One thing of concern was the weather. They planned to have the short ceremony outside in the venues garden area, with “Plan B” to move it inside if it was raining. Being late March, they knew it could be a beautiful spring day in the low 80s or cold and rainy. They were crossing their fingers for a warm sunny day.
Two weeks before the big day, Scott noticed an article in the local newspaper about You-Pick Flower Farm, the location of their first date. Later in the morning he told Maria he was going to run some errands and be back in about ninety minutes. Ten minutes later he was pulling into the gravel parking lot of the flower farm.
The first thing he noticed were the improvements the farm had made: a new larger shed, a restroom building, and more. He went into the shed and introduced himself to the manager, Shelly. He explained he wanted to look at the new outdoor space in the middle of the flower fields.
As they walked the fifty plus yards, Shelly described the decompressed granite area. “It's only forty feet by forty feet. There is electricity at each corner, tons of nine-foot-high string lights, and we have a vendor who can provide a white tent, but we need eight days’ notice.” She then listed other things they had like big exterior lights that illuminate the flower field, tables, chairs, etc.
As they looked at the area, Scott explained how his first date with his fiancée was at the farm almost one year ago. He then asked a few questions, and asked if the farm could provide a short list of times.
Shelly told him, “That is exactly the vision the owners had when they planned the area.”
Scott and Shelly returned to the shed office, and he booked the area. He wanted to surprise Maria with the ceremony in the middle of the flower field. “But how to do it,” he thought.
He knew one person he could trust with the secret and who would be a tremendous help, Maria’s sister Rosa. As he drove back into town, he texted her and asked if they could meet at the Coffee Lounge to discuss the wedding.
After getting drinks, the two sat down at an outside table, and Scott presented his idea to Rosa. She said she’d be happy to assist him in pulling this off, but she said, “How are we going to get her out to the farm?”
They threw out several ideas and decided that Rosa would blindfold her, and tell her, “You’re going to love what you see when I take off your blindfold.”
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The day of the wedding things were going as planned. More out-of-town guests arrived and checked into the hotel resort where the wedding dinner reception would be held. The past few days Scott called all the guests and explained the venue change for only the ceremony and that it was “top secret” and to not tell Maria.
That afternoon Rosa was at her sister’s house and told her she had a couple of surprises for her. “The first is that Scott hired a limo to drive us to the hotel. I’ll tell you the second when we get in the limo,” Rosa said.
Promptly at 2:40 pm Eric from Vintage Limo pulled up to Maria’s home and knocked at the door. Once the sisters were in the limo Rosa told Maria she would have to wear a blindfold until they exited the limo at the hotel. “Then you will see the second surprise.” Maria knew her sister wouldn’t do anything to harm her, so she went along with it.
The next thing the sisters knew Eric was opening the limo door and assisted Rosa out, and then she held the hand of the bride. “I’ll take the blindfold off in just a moment, after the limo leaves,” Rosa told her sister. As the maid of honor gently removed the blindfold-mask from her sister she told her to open her eyes.
“Oh, my. What’s going on?” Maria asked.
“You’re getting marred here, at the flower farm,” Rosa whispered.
Roberto Cervantes walked his daughter down the fifty-yard red carpet to the event area. “You look so beautiful. When the music starts, we’ll walk down the carpet.”
As Maria entered the event area she saw her adult children, her mother, and other family and friends. In front of her was a small stage with a white arched arbor, full of fresh flowers. And waiting patiently was Scott.
The bride wore a modest cream sleeveless dress, above the knee, and nude heels. She had simple diamond stud earrings, matching her stunning engagement ring. Her long black hair had a slight wave to it and fell just beyond her shoulders.
When Maria and Scott joined hands, facing each other, she smiled and whispered, “I love this location. It’s where it all started.”
He replied, “I fell in love with you right here.”
The couple repeated their personally written vows, kissed, and was introduced as husband and wife. After the photographer took photos, the bride and groom lead the way to the hotel for cocktails and dinner. The evening was exactly what Maria had envisioned, a beautiful low-key evening with family and close friends. No garter or bouquet toss, no first dance, just a casual night celebrating their love.
Hours later Scott and Maria said goodbye to their guests for the evening and headed to their suite. As he opened the door for his new wife Scott gave her a nice playful slap on the ass as she entered the suites hallway.
“Oh, yes, Daddy! Spank me!” Maria laughed.
This gave Scott an idea. After the couple undressed, he sat nude on the suite's loveseat. “Come here and bend over my knees. I’m going to spank you.”
Maria giggled, thinking he was kidding, but she was surprised when he grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward him and pushed her over his knee. “What are you doing?” she shrieked.
“I’m going to spank you. Let’s have a little fun role play tonight,” he said.
She thought it sounded fun and lay still across his lap. “Not too hard, Daddy,” she teased.
Scott looked down at her fine-looking ass and slid one hand between her thighs, opening them up just over one inch. Her labia was now visible and his plan was to spank her kitty, not her butt.
He started off with three soft slaps, what he told her were “love taps.” Each set of three became a bit more intense, and by the end of the fourth set Maria was squirming with each spank.
“Mmm, I’m getting aroused,” she moaned. “Daddy, my pussy aches. Finger me, please.”
He licked one finger and slid it up and down her now puffy lips, causing her to wiggle her ass. Scott licked another finger and slowly inserted the two digits into her warm, wet pussy. With Maria bent over his lap, he thought her pussy felt very tight.
As he methodically finger fucked her, she pushed her ass up, occasionally sending his fingers deeper in her pink tunnel. Wanting to keep in the spanking theme, he decided to speed up the motion and really go to town.
“Harder,” Maria said. “Harder and faster.”
Scott was banging her as fast as he could, and hard. “Like this?” he asked.
Moaning, she replied, “Yes. Don’t stop, Daddy. I’m close.”
He felt her pussy slightly tighten and was surprised when she squirted a powerful stream into his hand, shooting liquid two feet on the carpet. “YES!” he said in surprise.
Maria was in full climax, her legs shaking and her pussy now soaking wet after her squirting. “Oh, shit! Stop!” she said.
Scott quickly moved his hand away from her sex and was looking at her for clues on what to do next. “Are you OK? What can I do?” he asked.
Breathing heavily, she begged, “I need you to fuck me. Fuck me good!”
He moved between her legs and slapped his rock-hard seven-inch cock on her clit, rubbed it up and down her dripping gash, and finally plunged into her in missionary position.
Scott adjusted slightly, up on both knees, and pulled her by her hips toward his body. He was now getting maximum penetration with each thrust. Maria’s hips were slightly elevated and tilted upward as he held her waist, keeping her from slipping with each of his hip movements.
“Cum again! Cum for me, babe!” he said.
“Harder!” she stammered.
He quickly grabbed her calves, held them high in the air, and was banging her harder and faster than he could ever recall the past year. Looking her in the eyes, he said, “I’m going to cum soon.”
Maria’s face, slightly contorted from the passion, smiled, and stammered, “Me too. Don’t stop.”
The sound of their flesh slapping together filled the hotel room, as did the musky aroma of sex. What seemed like a minute, but was only a few seconds, Scott could feel his orgasm about to explode.
“I’m cumming!” he grunted. “AGH!”
A split second behind him, Maria yelled, “YES! YES! YES!” as her stomach and legs quivered as she climaxed.
As her pussy tightened like a vise around his cock, Scott shot several ropes of spunk deep in her kitty, continuing with his sound effects, “Ugh! Ugh!” as his manhood twitched inside her spasming love tunnel.
He finally let go of her legs and collapsed to the side of Maria. Both were physically drained from consummating their marriage.
“Kiss me, Mr. Williams,” she whispered.
They each slightly rolled onto their sides and softly kissed a few times before their tongues teased each other. Their eyes met, two smiles appeared, and both giggled.
“I think we’re going to live happily ever after,” said Scott.
The End – Chapter Five
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