Epilogue
I was pleased to find that Rachel had no panties on beneath her gorgeous red dress. Right there in the limo on the way to the hotel, I fingered her to a shattering orgasm.
We had a steak and lobster dinner delivered up to our room with a bucket of Champagne. For desert we had strawberries dipped in chocolate. Then we spent the night fucking our brains out.
“The day we get married I want you to wear that red dress,” I told Rachel after one of our fuck-fests. “Oh? Is that a proposition? She asked coyly. “Yes baby! Will you marry me?” I asked. We could get married in a courthouse in Hawaii if you like. “Yes Jack, I will marry you.”
And that is how it came to be that Rachel and I were married at the courthouse in Honolulu on Wednesday afternoon. When I called my parents to make the announcement, dad told me I’d made a much better choice. Rachel did indeed wear that beautiful red dress.