A Wedding Night

I had hit the bed to call off my night when my phone rang up. It wasn’t a familiar number. I picked up the phone and heard a voice filled with sniffs and sobs. Armanda was on the other side. I was trying to know the reason for her sobbing and her safety. I drove to her place and thought about the reason for her sobbing and calling me that late. I had attended her wedding in the daytime, where she was very happy in her lush red wedding dress.
I parked on the roadside, and I reached her home. She opened the door before I stepped up. She called me inside the house. She was in her beautiful wedding dress, and her hands were covered with henna and bangles. I could see that she had wept, and her face had dried tears. Her make-up had also been messed up. She told me that Adam, her husband, had been arrested for drinking and driving. She added that he would be presented before the court of law on Tuesday as Monday happened to be a statutory holiday.
She wanted to go to the police station to see him. I drove her to the police station. She was upset to see him in that condition but was helpless. I supported her in that situation. She wept and sobbed for a while and asked me to go. She was still in her wedding dress with her desires and dreams of being a bride on her wedding night. I felt terrible about her situation, and it evolved my emotions also. I barely stopped my tears.
We were in the car and quiet. Finally, she said, “Let us go. I started the car and asked her where do you want to go. Her instant reaction was, “I don’t know.” Her tears were rolling down her cheeks. I drove the car and went around the city to normalize her. It was late night; however, the restaurants were open. I took her to an upscale restaurant to treat her to a rough time. She walked into the restaurant in her wedding dress, holding my hand firmly. We were offered a table, and hostesses served us and played music to enhance the dining experience during our departure. We were the attraction of the time.
We came in the car. She was holding my arm and leaning on my shoulders with a shining smile. I started the car and said, “Time to go home and sleep.” She smiled and said, “Can I ask you a favour?” I turned and rubbed her shoulder with love and asked her, “Please go ahead.” She said, “Would you mind taking me to your home? I do not want to go to the home that haunts me,” I reaffirmed her.
We drove home. She was relaxed and pressed my arm while leaning. We went inside the apartment. She whispered, “I want to celebrate my wedding night. It perplexed me, and it was hard to understand how to answer her. Finally, I said, “Okay.” A big smile flashed on her face, and she hugged me. I hugged her tight in my arms to let her feel secured and comfortable. She kissed me, I responded to her kiss gently. She asked me to help her to take her wedding dress down. She went into the washroom to clean up. She came back in her bra and panties. She was like a fresh flower washed in morning dew.
Armanda amorously looked at me and unbuttoned my shirt and pants to slip on the ground. She hugged and kissed me and rolled on the bed. She was in her cherished dream filled us with love, affection, passion, and sensuality. We were just two romantic lovers in our erotic world in the eerie of silence of night. She was a pro-kisser with a smooth body and well-kept secrets.
We made love multiple times with lots of oral, foreplay, doggy, saddle, leapfrog, spread eagle, dragon and missionary position with numerous mutual orgasms. She said, “Great time to celebrate my wedding with great excitement and my heart contents.” She had a sense of accomplishment. She hugged and kissed me and adoringly said, “You are a man to understand a woman, love her and care for her. Armanda stayed with me until Adam came back to pick her up on Tuesday. She did not want to go back with Adam her newly wedded husband. I had no ready-made answer to her reluctance. She quietly went home with him with anger in her. She left me to think about her in those moments.