My Rocky Relationship with Sheila--Part 3 of 4 - Sex Stories

My Rocky Relationship with Sheila--Part 3 of 4

... first then shifted her attentions to her breasts. In seconds she was clean and climbed over me into the bed. “That was fun. Let’s do that more often.” I just grabbed her from behind, pulled her ass into me and rested my hand in its customary place just below her breast. CHAPTER 8 Nan and I talked about our wedding more and more as time passed. I didn’t care what or how just as long as we were officially married. However, I knew how important a woman’s wedding could be so I was surprised when Nan told me she just wanted a small ceremony at city hall. Neither she nor her parents were religious so being in a church wasn’t all that important. She did want them present so I made arrangements for them to fly into New York the Wednesday before. I thought and thought about who should be my best man, but truthfully I didn’t have any really close friends. My life had been tied up with Sheila, our marriage, and my work. That’s when I knew who to ask—Mary Ann. Nan approved completely of my choice and even Mary Ann understood. She agreed without hesitation or laughter. Nan and I went to court a momentous Thursday morning. We were in and out in what I thought must have been a record. The case was called, Stephen stepped forward to represent me and there was no one for Sheila. The petition was granted, the house was mine, and the distribution of assets was exactly as requested. I walked out into the bright sunny day a free man. I couldn’t wait to surrender that freedom again, this time to a ...

... woman I knew loved me without reservation. We turned back after thanking Stephen, walking with purpose to the license bureau. We completed the forms, I paid the fee, and that was it—we could be married at any time. Mary Ann closed the company on Friday the following week—everything, the factory included, was shut down. I was sure that Nan and I were heroes in the eyes of everyone. They got a day off with pay to celebrate our wedding. We took Nan’s parents out for breakfast, meeting Mary Ann at the restaurant. They ate heartily; Nan and I were too excited. Coffee and a few doughnuts were all we could handle. We left at 9:45, arriving at the courthouse just before 10:00. Our appointment with the judge was set for 10:30 thanks to a helping hand from Stephen who just happened to be the judge’s nephew. He welcomed us warmly and got right down to business. Five minutes later we were man and wife for better or worse until death do us part. I kissed Nan passionately to the unabashed applause from her parents, Mary Ann, and the judge’s staff. We walked together out to our future. A small reception was planned at home for the wedding party and a few of our coworkers. The caterers provided some waitresses to serve the drinks, the sandwiches, and hot dishes. Everyone congratulated us. Some even wondered aloud what had taken us so long. They had seen Nan’s love for me long before I had. We all had a great time until the party broke up at ten that evening. Nan’s parents had stayed with us ...