"Ready to go!"
He hopped out and let us into the back, and then climbed into the front. A minute later we were pulling out onto the road and heading for the Arterial, and then on towards the Thruway. "Buckman James Tusk! Poor bastard's probably going to grow up to be a mass murderer.", I commented.
"He's no such thing. Now you behave!", replied Marilyn.
I snorted. "You still want kids?", I asked.
"Of course!" She leaned over on the seat and kissed me quickly. "You still want to wait until you're a captain?"
"I'm thinking maybe colonel or general now."
"Too late, you made a deal!" She also stuck her tongue out at me.
I grabbed for her tongue, and we wrestled a bit in the back seat, and also started kissing. Then I got an idea, and leered at her. "You know, we're on our honeymoon now." There was a solid barrier between the driver and the rear of the vehicle.
"Yes."
"You know what that means, don't you?"
Marilyn eyed me askance. "What do you mean?"
I ran my hand along her back, and rubbed her bra buckle. "You agreed to a no undie honeymoon, remember?"
Marilyn's eyes popped wide open. "Oh, no!"
"Oh, yes! You promised, remember?"
"I must have been lying." Marilyn was so worried about her bra, she didn't focus on my other hand, which I quickly pushed under her dress, all the way, until my fingers were at her panties. "That's cheating!", she complained, and tried to push my hand away.
That simply opened up the back of her dress to my flanking assault. While I started to finger her pussy through her panties, and Marilyn squirmed around trying to make me behave, I quickly pulled the zipper on the back of her dress down. Marilyn squealed and tried to reach behind her, but that just let me slip my fingers inside her panties to the pussy I had shaved the other morning. When she tried to react to that, I flipped the catch on her bra. "It would be so much more fun if you didn't fight.", I told her.
"Fun for you, maybe."
I leaned in and whispered in her ear as I licked her earlobe. "Fun for you, too!" I flicked my finger across her clit, and Marilyn groaned and her legs slipped apart. "Do it!", I ordered.
Marilyn did it slowly, but probably more so because of the distraction I was providing than anything else. She pulled her dress down around her waist and then peeled off her bra. I tossed that to the side and then helped Marilyn lift up and I tugged her panties down. I left her with her sundress bunched around her waist and fingerfucked her and sucked on her tits for the next half hour, as we tooled along towards Syracuse.
Mind you, I wanted more, but we just didn't have the time! I'd never done it in the back seat of a moving limo, and I kind of liked the idea. Eventually we had to stop, when I saw the signs for the exit off the Thruway. I allowed Marilyn to compose herself, and zip up her dress, but when she went to reach for her underwear, I grabbed them first and stuffed them in my pockets. This time she didn't argue, but just gave me a wicked little smile. "Are you wearing your underwear?", she asked.
"You'll just have to find out later!"
"I intend to!"
There was a Best Western near the airport that offered shuttle service and luggage storage. We unloaded the limo and I sent Marilyn in while I gave Tom a nice tip. He helped me carry things in, and then waited when we discovered Marilyn had simply gone up to the desk and not started the check-in process. After confirming we had a room for the night, I sent Tom on his way with our thanks.
I did the check-in process, putting everything on my trusty AmEx card. The last time I did this, Marilyn and I were as poor as church mice, and we raided our wedding gifts for any cash in the cards. That was how we paid for the honeymoon, or at least the stuff Big Bob and Harriet hadn't covered. We snuck the gift card box into the back lounge at Trinkaus Manor and giggled as we went through the cards, and I tucked about $600 in cash into my pockets. That was quite a bit of cash in those days! Now I had about two grand in cash, and another couple of grand in traveler's checks. Things were different.
We left almost all of our luggage in the hotel's vault, and simply took a couple of travel bags up the elevator with us. We also left a wakeup call for 0500 the next day. Our flight to New York City was at 0700, and from there we were going to the dock to meet the ship. All of this had been coordinated by the travel agent, and we both had our tickets and tags and identification stashed in my carry-on bag. That I was protecting like my life depended on it, because if I lost it, Marilyn would kill me!
Once we got in the room, Marilyn tossed her bag on the floor and goosed my ass! "That's for being so mean in the limo!", she said.
I tossed my bag over with hers, and started moving towards her. It was a small room and I backed her into a corner by the bed. "I don't think I was all that mean. I think you actually liked it!"
"No, I didn't! You'd better give me back my stuff!"
"That wasn't what you agreed to!", I replied grabbing her and pulling her towards the bed.
"I lied!"
"Wives have to submit to their husbands, remember!", I teased her. I flopped on the bed and pulled her with me.
Marilyn sprawled on the bed next to me. "No, there was some other stuff, too."
"Yes, but only after the submission part!". Marilyn giggled at that, and I started unzipping her dress, while she worked on unbuttoning my shirt and unzipping my pants. While it would be nice to say that our first lovemaking as husband and wife was with candles and champagne and beautiful lingerie, it wouldn't quite be the truth. It was more hurried than that, with Marilyn's dress around her waist, and my pants around my ankles. It was still very, very nice, and I told her we'd save some of the romance for later. Marilyn agreed, and then stripped her dress off while I pulled my remaining clothes off, too, and we went at it some more!
It was about nine or ten that night when we were laying there on the bed, breathing hard and cuddling, that I asked her, "Are you hungry?"
"Not really. Are you?"
"Not enough to go out and try to find a place open now. Maybe a Coke or something?"
"I'd like that."
"You want to go with me?", I asked, grinning.
She looked down at her nudity and smiled. "In your dreams!" I just laughed and pulled on my pants and grabbed my wallet.
The vending machines were down at the end of the hallway. I grabbed a couple of cans of soda, and some pretzels from the snack machine. By the time I got back to the room, Marilyn was asleep. I just smiled. That sounded like a good idea, too. I drank my Coke and ate the pretzels, and then curled up next to my wife.
When the alarm went off the next morning I was not amused. I know I'd been getting up early for years, but sometimes that dedicated exercise and wakeup shit was a bit too much. I dearly wanted to go back to sleep. Then the phone rang with our wakeup call. I slapped Marilyn's ass to rouse her, and she muttered nasty things and pulled the covers over her head. I paddled her bottom some more and she started swinging at me. "Is that any way for a wife to treat her husband?", I asked.
"Do you really want me to treat you the way I want to treat you right now?", she asked.
I steered her in the direction of the bathroom and sorted through the travel bag for my clothes and toilet kit. As soon as I heard the shower running, I went into the bathroom myself. "We don't have time for that.", she told me.