Writes..."The First Night As Mrs. Brian A. Wilson"

"me: mrs. wilson?
her: (no answer)
me: mrs. wilson? i know it's new and something you gotta get used to hearing but that's you now dear.
her: sorry mr. wilson, my mind was somewhere else. what were you saying?
me: it wasn't important. what's got your mind so preoccupied? you know i need every part of you here with me...including your mind.
her: i know baby. i was just thinking about how much i love you. and how everything i've ever experienced in my life has led to this, us...right here, right now. just reflecting, that's all.
me: whoa, mrs. wilson. stealing lines from my vows isn't cool. (laughing)
her: (laughing) whatever mr. wilson, you love me anyway.
me: with everything that i am mrs. wilson.

i'm naked, but only because i just exited the shower. and she's naked, but only because she likes walking around naked. not to sound like i'm complaining though. truth is, i like her naked as much as she likes being naked, perhaps even more so. i take her by the hand and get her to spin around for me. i want to see everything she is, the 360 degree, all access view of her body. a body that remains a secret to most. a body that she's offering to me right now. that body sways and gyrates to a song that only she hears as she begins her dance of seduction. her hand slips from mine and i retreat to a nearby couch, content to watch her. she's getting me excited but i don't even bother covering myself, she knows what she's doing to me and she's watching me as intensely as i'm watching her. her fingers begin their descent from her hair, to sliding over her breasts momentary, down her sides, and eventually resting on her shapely hips. but she never breaks eye contact with me, not even for a second as she touches herself. not even when she turns her back to me, as she rubs her ass and thighs with one hand and makes a couple of fingers on the other hand disappear into a place i know she really wants me to be. "not yet though", i think to myself, "i love foreplay". her gaze consumes me, its intensity overwhelming. i know what she wants. she wants me to touch myself while i'm watching her. but i don't. i'm too focused on watching her fingers continue their assault on her womanhood. and focused on the trail of wet dripping down her leg towards the floor. and focused on her lips as she mouths words to me that i can't make out, until orgasm overtakes her and she can't focus on those words anymore. but her eyes never leave my own.

i give her a minute to regain her composure then stand up to reach out for her, drawing my wife closer to me. i ask her to tell me who she is. us together feels like a fantasy and i need confirmation that this isn't a dream, that what we are is real and that what we have is forever. she leans forward to speak, "brian..." and she hesitates. she can't help herself. she licks my ear and starts to nibble on my lobe. and as much as i like it, i stop her and ask her again to tell me who she is. "i'm the woman you've waited your whole life for", she whispers into my ear. smiling as she places her arms around my neck, her exposed body pressed against mine, we become a "rodin" statue. she continues whispering. "when you were alone and crying on your pillow, i was the image you saw in your dreams that kept you from becoming discouraged. i was the voice you heard that urged you to move forward and not give up. i'm your partner...i'm your wife...mrs. brian a. wilson." "mrs. wilson, i like that", i think to myself. and her words are more than enough confirmation that we were meant for one another. the goosebumps i've developed from them tell me that. i wrap my arms around her waist and looking directly into her eyes i tell her she's right but so much more than what she's already said. i tell her she's the future i dreamed about when i was eight, when i was eighteen, when i went to bed the night before. and when i tell her that she's the only thing i've ever wanted for myself in this life, tears begin to fall from her eyes. and tears begin to fall from my eyes. so with blurry vision, i plant small kisses to her forehead, then to her nose, and finally, her lips. gently probing them every so often with my tongue until she allows it access to her mouth. making out until we're overcome with passion, chests flush and completely out of breath.

again taking her by the hand, i lead her over to a chair where i sit down and she quickly follows onto my lap. she's so wet i have no problem entering her, she slides herself down my length with no discomfort. and for a moment we remain still, her and me, me in her, not moving, not talking. just being one. becoming acclimated to the feel of one another and discovering the feel of "mrs. wilson" to be an awe-inspiring experience. she leans forward and we embrace as tightly as we can, neither one of us wanting to let go of each other or this moment. "mrs. wilson" is finally in my grasp, both literally and figuratively, and i intend to keep her there. i move my hands down her back and onto her ass. a gentle caress and i can sense a change in her. her moans become guttural sounds of approval, her eyes become gateways of desire. instinctually, she comes alive and as she starts a slow rocking motion, begins working her inner muscles on my lower half. her breasts having been neglected, bounce ever so slightly as she continues grinding on me. her moaning increases, both in volume and lack of lucidity. "mis...ter...wilson...don't stop. don't...don't...mis...wil...", until her mouth can't form words anymore and "o's" and "b's" are the only things she can force out. i bathe her with my tongue, leaving a trail of passion from her neck, to her chest, tracing circles around her nipples and they stiffen as i take them into my mouth. she continues sliding up and down along my length. always looking me in the eyes, always watching my expressions as if to determine for herself whether or not she's pleasuring me enough. and i'm always looking her in the eyes, reassuring her with those expressions. thrusting back at her to match her speed. "o...b...o...", she's biting her bottom lip and i know she's close, smiling to let her know i'm right there with her. she rocks a few more times and screams out in orgasm, "b!!! i'm com..." but she can't finish what she's saying. she never slid off of me and she's coming again. she's spasming and those spasms cause me to explode inside of her, her inner muscles milking me for everything that i have. she's drained every part of herself and she can't move. and she's drained every part of me and i can't move. but we don't want to move anyway. so we sit there, sweaty and naked, me inside of her, her inside my heart. "mrs. brian wilson...the reality's even better than the dream.""