Jane remained on her knees and I remained standing as we caught our breath. After a couple of breaths Jane asked me, “Would you like another glass of water from the kitchen?” I smiled and said that I would. As she stood I could see my semen running down her rosy red tits and as she turned I could see how red her ass cheeks were. Her legs were wobbly but she made her way down the stairs. Again, she had left the door open so that I could hear the reactions from our guests. I heard her say, “Who wants to lick Tony’s semen off me?” I could hear giggling as some of the women acquiesced to Jane’s request.
Eventually, Jane returned to the room, shut the door and handed me the glass of water. When I had finished drinking, Jane pulled me into a hug and whispered into my ear, “Thank you for fulfilling my fantasy!”
I replied, “I figured you left your diary on my desk for me to read it.”
“I did and you were wonderful. You were perfect. I love you so much!”
“I love you too. Now, let’s get those weights off and get you cleaned up.” We took a cool water shower to help soothe Jane’s ass and tits. She wanted to leave the chains on just in case we got randy later that night. We finished our shower and dried off and then crawled into our bed. Jane curled her back up against my chest as I turned off the light.
We laid there for several minutes quietly until Jane said, “I was unsure whether I wanted to change my name or not. But now I’m sure I do. I want to be Mrs. Smith so everyone knows we belong to each other.”
I replied, “You know, if you want to keep your name it is okay with me. I never understood why women had to change their name in the first place. Besides, Smith is so…ordinary.”
“Well, Robinson is pretty ordinary too. No, I want to be Jane Smith. Okay?”
“Okay, if that’s what you want. Whatever your name is I will love you just the same.”
“Thank you again for marrying me Tony. It’s the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me.”
‘You’re welcome, and thank you for marrying and loving me!”
Jane let out a contented sigh as we both drifted off to sleep…
Unsurprisingly, neither of us woke up for anymore sex that night. I awoke at my usual time, so I wandered down to the kitchen and started making coffee. Axel was the next one up and wished me a good morning. Once we had our coffee we sat at the table as he asked, “So, an interesting wedding night?” He had a smile on his face as he asked it.
“It’s what Jane wanted. She had left her diary on my desk upstairs, an open invitation to read it. She had spelled out, in detail, what she had wanted. I’m not entirely sure she wanted that done on her wedding night but she did specify that she was to be paraded in front of our friends in a post-coital state. So, we did that…twice! I don’t think either of us will forget last night!”
At about that time Anne, Denise, Debbie and Barb wandered into the kitchen. I got up and began getting the other French presses ready to go. While I worked on the coffee, Axel explained about Jane’s diary. Denise said, “Jane looked so hot that I had to get Debbie to fist me! She’s become quite good at it!” Debbie blushed while we laughed.