And now they were married; it was all legal, proper. They could do anything. Anything!

Dave's hands were all over her, everywhere, touching where they had touched many times before, but with a new depth of feeling now that they were man and wife.

Three hours from the wedding ceremony and now only minutes from the consummation, from her opportunity to give herself totally to the man she loved.

"Dave. Dave! Take me. I'm yours. All of me, every part." Marilyn crushed herself to the man, trying to touch as much of him as she could.

"Oh, Marilyn. You'r so beautiful. Beautiful." He caressed his wife's long blonde hair. His lips parted and he began another kiss on her bright red lips. He knew her body well. He had married her for the splendid sex she gave him. For the way she satisfied his physical desires.

Dave's hands found both big breasts and fondled them heavily. The blouse and bra felt stiff, clumsy under his fingers and he began to tug at her clothing, wanting the naked flesh to touch him, to complete his arousal.

"Why don't you pull the drapes?" Marilyn whispered. "Give us some privacy." She began to undo her blouse.

The room opened onto the beach, just a small concrete patio and two steps separating them from the sand. Dave pulled the drapes closed, a dusky pale light filling the room after the bright sunshine.

Marilyn took off her blouse and bra. Usually she didn't need a bra, her breasts stood up high and firm on their own. But she wanted to be very proper for her wedding. A tan slope of skin spread down nearly to her nipples, picking up again across her stomach, accenting her slim waist. She slipped out of her shoes and tugged down the zipper at the side of her skirt. The skirt fell away easily. Her long legs were sheathed in panty hose, the same shade as her tan.