Marriage with Melinda

When the justice told Travis he could kiss his bride, he embraced Melinda and kissed her with every bit of passion his body could muster. After three hours of wine, cake, music and laughter, the guests left, and Travis and Melinda tidied up.

Melinda kissed Travis on his earlobe and said that she wanted to take a shower. “Would you care to join me, Mr. Roberts?”

Travis smiled. “Sure thing, Miss Kelly.”

Melinda playfully slapped his shoulder. “That’s Mrs. Kelly-Roberts now.”

Travis and Melinda quickly undressed and entered the shower. As they embraced, Melinda’s white hand gave Travis’s black bottom a playful squeeze.

“Are you ready…baby?”

Travis kissed her.

“Definitely.”

As they began to touch each other’s bodies, images flashed through Melinda’s mind: ultrasounds, labor, stretch marks, breast-feeding, day care, kindergarten, high school, college. She looked down at another image: Travis’s steely cock, harder than ever before and filled with the stuff that would make her a mother. She looked up at Travis’s eyes and smiled, as if to say: No worries. I’m ready for it, mate.