Where Cap and I ..

get married.

Yes. Married.

You knew it was coming, so here it is.

Tom and Agnes, being very good sports agreed to come to Vegas with us to be our witnesses. We didn't want or need more than two because OUR wedding was to be so private that all would be blindfolded, save, the bride and groom.

Of course, we had to have an Elvis impersonator. The one we chose was young and stocky with real sideburns. I made him promise not to peek.

Tom and Agnes, of course, being good sports agreed to wear the eye shades because of what I would be wearing: for Mal's eyes only!

To describe for you: the room was the bridal suite with a big round bed. The coverlet was white satin and I thanked god that it wasn't my time.

The kitchen was luxurious and there was a large sunken in hot tub in the bathroom, truly any and everything we could ever need or want was in that suite.

When we arrived, Mal and I both unpacked and changed into our wedding gear.

He wore blue pencil stripe Brooks Brothers (TM) boxers and looked sublime. Of course, he went out into the living room portion of the room to get ready (as in, strip down)-and I got ready in the bedroom part.

I wore a white satin bra with lace at the top of the cups and a matching satin panty that had a see thru panel at the crotch. On my head, I wore a long white veil that covered me from my face down to my knees. The effect? You could see through the veil, but just barely. My blonde hair was in silky corkscrew curls and I wore a dark red lipstick. I looked nothing short of ravishing.

When I was ready, I texted our witnesses and the Elvis impersonator. They came in and Mal gave them their blind folds.

Mal pressed a button on the Ipod and the Canon in D began to play and I solemnly marched out of the bedroom up to my lover. He looked so happy and delighted that I tingled inside. He took my hand and we began.

"Dearly Beloved, we are gathered here today, to unite this man (he couldn't see, but he nodded, as if he could toward Mal) and this woman in holy matrimony. If anyone can see any reason why they should not be joined, let him speak now or forever hold his peace. Do you Hilda, take Mal to be your lawful wedded husband, to love, honor and cherish him for as long as you both shall live?"

"I do."

"And do you Mal, take Hilda to be your lawful wedded wife, to love honor and cherish for as long as you both shall live?"

"I surely do," Mal gazed into my eyes, and I nearly began to cry.

"By the power vested in me by the State of Nevada, I hear by pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride," he finished.

Mal reached down and pulled back the veil, took me in his arms and gave me a long kiss.

There was a silence. And then applause from Tom and Agnes.

"Thank you kindly for coming," Mal said. "Now get out."

Everyone laughed and he pointed everyone toward the door.

When it closed, he said, "Alone at last." And then, "I love this," he said indicating my outfit.

"I kind of thought you would."

He picked me up and carried me to the bed. "Champagne?" he opened a bottle and poured me a glass.

"Mmm. I like it!"

"Cake?" he went out to the kitchen and returned with two pieces of cake.

"Oh, Mal. I love you so much."

"I know." He took the cake in his hand and fed it to me. It was a chocolate cake with white icing covered with coconut. Then he brought the glass up to my lips to drink more champagne. When he set the glass down, I fed him his piece.

"Sweetie?"

"Yes?"

"I want more cake!"

So he went to the kitchen and brought back more cake. "You can have this. But after I've had some Hilda," he said, kissing my stomach as he pinned me to the bed. He brought his mouth down to my thighs and licked at them expertly-and then he brought his mouth to the see through crotch of the panties and began to lick. "Mmm, this is very very nice." He drank some champagne and spilled some more on my stomach and licked it off. "Oh, me oh my! I seem to have gotten some on your panties. I must remove them." He did. And then he said, "You know, I think this needs to come off too." He went up to my bra, kissed the top of my breasts and removed my bra. "And of course, these need some champagne," he poured a bit on my nipples an licked it off, alternating between right and left, his tongue going a mile a minute, as his hands ran up and down my inner thighs.

"Oh Mal," I said.

"Hilda." He made his way down my stomach to my pudenda, which he sucked at briefly before licking my pussy from bottom to top-and then he started in on my clit, which he licked at back and forth, east to west and he pumped a finger inside me. "Oh, sweetheart, you're so wet, so ready," he said, taking out his cock. He ran bounced it on my pudenda and then brought it down from my clit to my slit and then he pushed it in. "Oh, my," he said. "So hot, so wet, so tight," he began to thrust in and out of me as he held my wrists down. "Oh, I'm close, so close," he said, pulling out and getting on his knees, he began to lick at my clit again, back and forth until finally I came and he put his cock back in as I was climaxing-pumping in and out until finally he spent, his hot cum spurting inside me. "Hilda." He kissed me again and again. "I surely do love you," he held me.

"And I you," I said. And then I said, "Cake?"

"You're insatiable. Incorrigible."

"Feed me, baby, feed me."

He did.

I remain,

Hilda Stinson-Reynolds