It was the most wonderful day. Her wedding day. And it was glamorous, and sensual.
He was handsome and exuberant in his Tux. She was in an anticipatorial splendor as she began the walk of her dreams. So many dreams, and fantasies, both hers and his.
They faced each other, exchanging their vows of dedication, love, and fidelity. With a final blessing from the person officiating the event, they moved to each other for their first kiss, as a married couple.
She moved easily into his embrace, the world slowing down, as she felt his arms about her, her lips opened slightly, as she tilted her head back just a bit, and his lips covered hers...Warm sensations moved through her body, and it felt as though he picked up on them. He pulled her to him, crushing her close to him. The kiss was supposed to be almost perfunctory, a symbolic gesture, but it transcended that intent quickly as their tongues caressed.
He felt himself becoming rigid against her, she feeling the heat of his erection pressing through the layers of silk she wore.
After what seemed an eternity, they broke the kiss.... but remained in their embrace. She kissed his earlobe, and slyly reached between them with her left hand, unseen by the guests, and grasped his erect penis through his pants, squeezing him, and briefly stroking him as she nibbled his ear, and whispered to him..."I will make your fantasies come true tonight".
Then they were suddenly in the midst of the reception... everyone was dancing, drinking champagne, reveling in the joy of the union of the two lovers, now joined inexorably.
As they danced, she in her unbelievably elegant, sensuous silk-satin dress,..... white and delicate pink accents...., he in his tailored to fit tux, broad shoulders and trim middle.... One could almost see the sexual tension building between them... As the night wore on, she would continually tease him....showing him some of her slip, beneath her gown... a silky stocking encased thigh.
She would steal a feel of his hard cock beneath his clothing while they danced, or sat next to each other at the Wedding Party's table...
"God, baby.., she whispered to him, while filling his glass with champagne, " I so want to iron the slip I'm wearing for you..... let's go to the hotel room now, please?"
He looked across at her, so in love and in lust with this woman. This woman who never judged him, but just loved him and appreciated everything he did for her. And nothing was too good for her. Oh, she pulled her own weight, but deserved all he could give her.
"Excuse me", one of the guests said to her, "I couldn't help but overhear....did you say you couldn't wait to iron for your new husband?...You've just gotten married and already you can't wait to begin the chores?" He looked at the woman who had posed the question, and smiled..."Oh, but when she irons for me, it is a magical experience", he said.
"What....wha, how....what do you mean?", she asked him. He just smiled again.."You'd never understand", was all he said.
They walked together, arm in arm, to the elevator, and entered. Shortly they were walking into the bridal suite...closing the door behind them.
She walked into the bedroom, as he went to the kitchen to get them something to drink, of a non-alcoholic variety. They'd had plenty of champagne, and it had made them thirsty. He came out of the kitchen carrying a couple of glasses of iced-coffee. She came out of the bedroom, still wearing her gown, and had a candle lighter. She proceeded to light the 12 or 15 candles in the living room, until it glowed with a historic feel.. He looked behind her, and saw she had done the same with candles in the bedroom. The entire suite glowed and moved in the surreal candlelight. He handed her the cool glass, they both clinked rims, and took a long pull from the refreshing liquid.
They looked into each other's eyes. She put her glass down on the coffee table, reached and took his hand. As he followed her into the bedroom, he put his drink on a small lamp table at the door.
In the bedroom, at the foot of the enormous bed, was set up an ironing board, complete with a very heavy looking antique iron. It appeared to be at least 60 years old, but in good repair.
She said to him, "Now, you cannot touch yourself, no matter how much you want to....understand?"
"Yes,.....that will be difficult, but I'll do my best", he replied.
"Take off your clothes, darlin'", she cooed. He did so, standing at the foot of the bed, naked now, his cock rigid with anticipation. She eyed him approvingly, and began to walk behind the ironing board, beginning to undo the fastenings of the silk gown she wore. Slowly, she loosened the clinging silk from her shoulders, and began to lower it to her waist. The delicate lace around the bodice folding in small fragile waves, as the smooth bodice whispered down, exposing an equally beautiful silk slip, adorned with silken lace about it's décolletage. "Do you like my slip, baby?", she asked softly...."It's vintage.... 1930's. Hand sewn silk-satin. Must be four or five hundred thread-count. Very, very expensive, and very, very lovely. It was a gift from my aunt, for the wedding. She asked me to be very careful with it, and take good care of it for her.
"Yes, my love....it is utterly exquisite", He said.
She slipped the wedding gown down further, and it softly settled to the floor in a silken puddle around her feet. She stepped out of the gown, bent down to pick it up and lay it on the bed, carefully. She beckoned him to the board, he moving close...she reached to grasp his cock. It was very warm to the touch, and so hard.
"I want to suck you until you fill my mouth with your cum", she said, "And I want to fuck until my pussy hurts, and my thighs quiver"....
"But not yet", she continued, "Not until I finish my ironing".
She released his erection, and took the iron by it's handle, turning the temperature dial on, and to the 'silk / synthetics' setting. As the iron heated, and he began to smell the soleplate, she began to pull the silken shoulders of the slip over her soft shoulders, looking at him all the while. She peeled the exquisite white from from her breasts with agonizing slowness....and heard his sharp intake of breath as the butter-smooth material grazed her very erect nipples. She looked down at her ample breasts, and back at him again, pursing her lips in a tantalizing pout. She slowly stepped out of the long drape of the dress of the slip, and raised it to the ironing board, laying it out. It nearly touched the floor on each side, and the train poured to the floor . She smoothed the silk out with her hand, and then went to the iron, picking it up, never taking her eyes from his, as she lowered the iron onto the slip.
He stood there, not knowing what to do with his hands, of all things..Not being able to touch himself as he looked at the scene before him was maddening... She moved the heavy metal iron over the smoothness of the slip....very...very slowly...as the material heated under the soleplate, they could smell the material warming... hints of perfume and the warm silk filled his nostrils...her eyes focused on her own hand around the handle of the iron, as she moved it over the nearly priceless lingerie.
Her free hand now went between her legs, her middle finger slipping easily between her glistening lips....she lightly touched her clit....sending an electric thrill through her...without looking up she said,"You know I received a wonderful gift from a group of girls at my office. It's a trousseau. Lingerie. Lots of it. Gowns, teddies, negligees, slips, bras, panties... all of the most delicious and expensive silk and satins. Labels I can't even pronounce, much less afford.."
"Hmmmm, he replied. How thoughtful of them".
With that, she lifted the iron, setting it on it's heel, and walked to the walk-in closet in the bedroom..
She emerged into the candlelit room with several long pieces of lingerie. Full length nightgowns, a dressing gown, peignoir gown, all in different pastel colors.... she lay them on the huge bed.
"Would you like me to model these for you?", she asked.
"Good gods, my love...", was all he could reply. She was so incredibly beautiful standing there in 'naught but a thong and soft bra...He moved toward her, his lust about to brim...
He took her in his strong arms, bending his head to her breast, pulling the bra strap down, and freeing the heavy globe to his hand and mouth. He softly kneaded her breast, as his mouth found the nipple and brought it fully erect....he grasped it with his teeth, exerting some pressure...she hissed in a breath, and took his cock in her hand, having picked up the hem of the slip on the board...she stroked his hard shaft with the buttery-soft material, slowly....feeling it pulse in her hand.
Now he went behind her, picking up a peach color and a light blue long nightgown. He lay them on the slip on the board...
"What in the world?, she whispered watching him, "what are you thinking...do you have any idea....?"
Now standing beside her, he pulled her to him once again, crushing her lips with his, finding her tongue.. he lay her down on the pile of remaining silks, pulling away her thong, exposing her pouted wetness.
He spread her legs, fulling exposing her to his gaze. He reached over to the iron, and turned the temperature dial, up, until it stopped. The old dry-iron began to tic as it heated, sitting on it's heel.
He turned his attention to her, pulling her legs up, her glistening pussy his for the taking.. holding her legs there, he lay beneath them, and pressed his lips to hers....breathing in her scent, her sex..God how he loved her cunt...hot and wet for him,..he began to taste her, licking up her lubrication, exploring her with his tongue, finding her hard little nib of a clit, he began to focus on it....licking around it, pressing his tongue against it, ...... She exhaled a soft cry.... as she turned her head to look at the iron.... She could see the waves of heat shimmering from the soleplate.. The iron incredibly hot now... a wave of hot pleasure ran down her back to where his mouth made love to her....
The iron was so hot now, and the board close enough to the bed that she could actually feel the heat from it. She closed her eyes, as the first incredible rush of an orgasm closed around her.... she quivered in a small convulsion of ecstasy, whimpering as she gave in to it..
He rose and moved between her legs now, the engorged head of his cock resting between her lips, gently rubbing against her clit....
He slid into her, so hot and wet...grasping at his girth...
He rested on the elbow of his right arm, and reached for the iron..
He was deep inside her, just filling her, not moving very much...
Both of them on the precipice of coming, their excitement peaked now.. "Sweet kidneys of Christ, please, baby...oh......... god....... OH....
God....(He picked up the iron, and set it into the silken folds on the board)
"Baby, Baby, please...my trousseau! OHhhhhhGGOD!", as he pounded into her now...reaching for the climax, she already had begun her tumble and came, and came...
Smoke rose in blue and brown rivulets from around the iron, a dark brown scorch spreading beneath it, the air filled with the odor of burning silk, beautiful, antique, expensive satin and lace burning darker and darker beneath the heavy and so very hot metal..
Both their cries of climax erupted at once... a combination of near agony and fetish-lust on her face as he thrust into her until he was paralyzed by his own orgasm... He stared with her in that frozen moment at the smoke rising from the gowns, and the creamy white slip she wore just an hour or so before.......
They lay there, after turning off the iron before it actually set fire to the lingere on the board...Both of them smiling a sated, wicked little smile. The blue haze of smoke wafting out of an open window now...
"I'm so glad the girls were so thoughtful", she said.....
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