I woke up after a nice nap.  Lucia was still wrapped in the covers, lying close to me.  She started to stir, then looked over her shoulder.

“Hi, my hot husband.”  She rolled over to face me.

“You are one hot, wonderful lover, lass.  Aye, you could make any man want yer.”

"No, only my man.  I don’t want anyone but my man.”  She cuddled as close as she could.

I kissed her nose, and she giggled and rubbed it.

“That tickles.” She rubbed her nose again.

“Oh, that tickle?  So, luv, tell me if this tickles.”  I started to tickle Lucia’s tender sides and her tummy.  She was laughing and giggling, trying to get away, but I wouldn’t let her.

“PADDY, STOP, DON’T.  DON’T DO THAT-OH SHIT, YOU’RE GONNA MAKE ME WET MYSELF, PADDY, NO, OH, NO, NO, NO, I’M GONNA PEE!!  Lucia jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom.

When she returned, she took her pillow and started to hit me with it.

“PATRICK MICAEL, YOU MADE ME PEE ON MYSELF. SHAME FOR YOU, YOU MADE ME WET MYSELF!!!!”  She continued to hit me with the pillow.

I grabbed the pillow and pulled it.  Lucia fell into the bed, and I grabbed her, pinned her to the bed, and kissed her.  She struggled to get away and giggled.  I rolled on top of her, kissed her, and caressed her tits.

“Okay, okay, you big meanie.”  She panted. “You win this time, but you made me pee on me.  You bad boy.”  I sucked her tit into my mouth and licked her nipple.

“Oh damn, do you know how to win a battle, mmmmm, yes.”

I looked up at her, put me hand behind her head, and kissed her deeply.

“My little Aisling, my Lucia Sophia.  Me love and me life.  Me world goes away without yer.”  We kissed softly.

“Paddy, do you still want to talk about our wedding?”  Lucia was excited.

“Absolutely.  We need to make our plans.”

“Honey, since we traded dinner for a hot shower, and I do mean a hot shower, could I talk you into a ham on rye with a cold beer?”  Lucia patted her eyes.

“Yes, you can, but first.  Come here, luv.”  Lucia walked back to the bed.  “Turn around.”

“What are you going to do to me?”  I held her by her hips and softly and tenderly kissed her arse cheeks, then gave them a little pat.

“I don’t know what that was for, but I sure liked it,” Lucia purred.

She went to the kitchen singing and humming.  I love when she’s that happy.  I heard her busy in the kitchen, so I took the chance to use the bathroom.

I was lucky; I was back in bed before Lucia came with the sandwiches and beer.

“Now, luv, I would like to ask a question.  I’m sure I know the answer, but I want you to confirm me thoughts.  You would like to have Father Ryan at St. Jerome’s marry us, right?”

“Oh, yes, Paddy.  That was always my dream.  I was baptized there, made my First Communion, and everything, including my eighth-grade graduation.  I don’t think you mind.  I know St. Ignatius is important to you, as well.  But it’s my dream.”  Lucia’s expression was filled with love and hope.

“Aye, lass, I wouldn’t have it any other way.  Now, bridesmaids?”

“Problem.  Paddy, no one likes my dad, so I don’t have any friends.”  Lucia's expression turned sad.

“What if I told ya, an entire set of bridesmaids could be yours for the asking?”

“Really, Paddy?  But how?”  Her sweet face looked so forlorn.

“How about a trip to Richardson and The Brat Bar and St. Ignatius?  You could meet me mates and their ladies.  And probably a bunch of bairns running about.  If you want, I’m sure the ladies would be your bridesmaids, and me mates could be the groomsmen.” 

I watched as Lucia thought about the idea.  An entire wedding just waiting for her to ask.  After a little while, a tear trickled down her cheek.  She looked at me with all the love a woman could hold.

“I would love that, Paddy. Do you think they’d go for it?”

“I’m sure they would.  Let’s talk to Father Ryan on Sunday and get an appointment.  Once we have that down, I’ll call the Brat Bar and see if they still meet there.  I’m sure they do. 

When we could drive down there and surprise the hell out of them.  It’s only about two hours, in good weather, and if you stay with it.”

“Paddy O’Flynn, I love you so much.  You make me the happiest woman in the world.”  She kissed me, then pulled up the covers and kissed me cock.

Lucia got out of bed, shook her little arse at me, then disappeared into the kitchen.  I got up and straightened the bedclothes.  Next was a good, hot shave.  That always feels good in the morning.

I walked into the kitchen.  Lucia was humming to the tune on the radio as she heaped me sausage and eggs onto me plate.  Any more, she would need a platter.  She fixed her plate and sat across from me.

“Honey, when I finish with the dishes and the house, I’ll come down and try to learn something about your shop.  If you have a moment, which is never when the shop is open, we can talk a little more about the computer and all.”  She smiled at me.  No way to say no to that.

 I was ready to walk down and open the shop.  I turned to me wife, “Aisling?  Where’s me thermos?  I don’t mean to take yer for granted, but you've gotten me used to it.”

“My sweet husband, your coffee will be brought to you and poured when you are ready.  I will keep it hot for you all day long, and make you hot all night long.”  Lucia’s voice was soft and seductive.

“Lass, I’m not willing to go to work now.”  I walked back into the apartment, wrapped her in me arms and kissed her soft lips.

“Whew!  Now, I don’t want to do any housework,” she panted.

“Lucia, we’re not rabbits, but were damned close to ‘em.”  I kissed her and headed for the shop.

I was out at the pumps servicing a customer.  He gave me his credit card, I went to the office, ran it, and returned it to him.

“I can’t tell you the last time I’ve been to a service station, and I actually got service.  Thank you, Paddy.  I will be back and tell my friends.”

“Thank you, sir, always a pleasure.”  I tipped me hat and waved goodbye to him. 

When I walked back into the office, I got a surprise.  Lucia was sitting there.  She was wearing a pair of jeans, a blue denim shirt, and tennis shoes. 

“Pet!  Yer look marvelous.  Maybe I’ll run an advert in the paper.  I can see it, Otto’s Service and Fuel.  You’re looking at the camera while you’re under the open bonnet.”

“Patrick Michael.  Do you want people looking at my bum bent over like that?”  Her hands were on her hips. 

“No, Mum.” I went back into the bay.

Lucia came into the bay a while later.  She waited until I was out from under the vehicle I was working on.

“Paddy, can you stop for lunch.  I made sandwiches, chips, and sweet tea for you.”

“God love yer, lass.  Let me wash up, and I’ll be right there.”

When I returned to the office, Lucia had a mini table set up for us.  She had our lunches on paper plates and our tea in Styrofoam cups.  When she stood up to pass me a plate, I got to get a good look at her attire.

“Lucia, you do look very professional in your outfit.  I don’t remember you buying it while we shopped.”

“Paddy, to be honest.  Ever since we were married, I wanted to quit my job and work with you.  I found out early how much you hate the paperwork, but you did sit down and do it.  That’s typical of my man.

“While I was still working, I bought a couple of outfits that I could wear in the office. And a couple I could wear when we’re not in the office.”  Lucia blushed a little.

“Lucia, you could have any money ya wanted.  I trust ya, luv.”  I took her hand and kissed it.

“I know, baby, but I wanted to do it for you, for us.”  She squeezed me hand and blew me a kiss across the table.

“Lucia, I would like to talk to Father on Saturday.  Maybe he would have time to talk to us then or at least set up a time.  I am as anxious as you to be married in the Church.  I want to be married to you properly, like we were raised.”

“That’s so wonderful, Patrick.  I knew we would be married in my Church. I didn’t think it would be this soon.  I hoped it wouldn’t be long, but this soon.  Oh, baby!  I love you so much!” She got up and kissed me.

Just then, some idiot ran over the service bell at the pump.  We cut our kiss short, and both looked out of the window to see a car waiting.

“Can I put in our vows not to have any interruptions when we are kissing?”

“But Paddy, between that interruption, well, we can have a lot of fun.”  Lucia giggled.  I went out to service the car.

Six o’clock took its good, old time arriving.  I closed up the shop and headed upstairs.  I could smell dinner before I got to the top of the stairs.

I opened the door and then took my work shoes off.  I followed the aroma to the kitchen.  Lucia was at the stove, smiling, barefoot, and wearing an apron, kind of.  I barely covered her tits and her little coochie.  I am blessed.

“Welcome home, lover.  Here’s your beer.  Now, how about a nice, hot shower and a shave?  I put something comfy on the bed for you to wear.  We can have a beer before dinner if you would like.”

“Sounds wonderful, Lucia.  I’ll take ya up on that.”  I took the beer, kissed me wife, and headed for the shower.  Today seemed like a dream.  I love having her come down to the shop during the day and talk while we have lunch together.

I took a good, hot shower, and did it ever feel good.  The mirror was fogged, so I wiped it clear enough to shave.  Even the shave felt better.  Everything seems better with Lucia at home.

“Paddy, go into the living room. I'll join you and bring our beer.  After you relax, we’ll have dinner.  Tonight’s offering is chicken-fried steak, mashed potatoes, gravy, and carrots.  How does that sound?”

“My God, luv, me system isn’t used to such marvelous meals.  I don’t know how ya do it, but I really appreciate it.”  She smiled as I kissed her.

I got comfy on the couch, and Lucia sat beside me so I could put my arm around her.  She started to explain how the new system would work.  To hear her, it’s easy enough.  She told me how happy she was away from her job.  Then I told her how wonderful it is to have her come down and have lunch with me.

After our conversation and our beer, Lucia said it was time for dinner.  I sat down, and Lucia fixed me plate.  With this lass, I am going to have to buy a platter.  But if she fills it like a plate, I’ll explode.

She fixed her plate and sat across from me.  It’s. very difficult to have dinner and look at two beautiful tits across the table.

After dinner, I took me plate to the sink, then I took hers.  Lucia looked at me with her hands on her hips.

“You are not allowed to do anything in the kitchen.  I told you it’s off limits. Wait, Paddy!  What are you doing?  Stop you crazy man, PADDY!”

I picked Lucia up and set her on the table.  I sat in the chair, pushed her tender legs apart, and started to enjoy me dessert.

“Paddy, no, I have to, to, oh God that tongue of yours. Baby, oh, I love this.”  Lucia finally lay back on the table.  I ran me hands under her “apron,” then up and down her soft body.  Lucia moaned quietly and whimpered.

“You make me so, ugh, oh, baby, it feels so good.”  She purred softly.

My tongue slid between her warm, wet pussy lips.  I started at her little brown star then slowly up to her hard clit.  While my tongue enjoyed her sweet pussy, I massaged and milked her warm tits.  Lucia moaned with joy and squirmed at the sensations.

Oh, baby, yes, yes, now, oh God, you’re gonna make me, ummm, ugh, cumming.  I’m cumming so good, baby. Yes, yes!”

Lucia’s cum flowed from her pussy, onto me tongue and face.  I lapped as much as I could, but her love juice didn’t stop.  I pinched her nipples. Lucia groaned loudly, then her pussy squirted me with her cum.

“Okay, Paddy, please, baby.  No more I, I need to rest, damn, that felt so good.  You always make me happy, and damn, I love how you do that,” she panted.

“Now, how about my man?  How can I make him happy?”  Her tone was seductive.

To be continued