John and Sara Marry

{This is fantasy. It involves polygamy, albeit on another planet. The woman is more than age 18. If that offends you, please move on).

John and Sara Marry

And so the days passed. Sara had forgotten all about escape or freedom. Freedom to be alone, she thought? No, she was, for the first time in her life, a part of a real famiy. She belonged in the family and, after today, she would belong to him. She had told the Director 'I go with him.' Today she would be married to him.

The sister wives, anticipating correctly that she would say yes to John Reed, had planned the day. They allowed Sara to sleep later than usual so she would be fresh and refreshed for the long day ahead. John, playing with Baby Girl in the dining area, watched with amusement as his wives whispered and conspired behind his back, hands moving to and fro in gestures only they understood. Finally, they wandered off to do whatever things had to be done. Sofia took the baby for her morning feeding and bath, and he sat drinking his coffee. It was unusual for him not to be busy with some job or another, but he wanted the day to go as planned and, after all, it was a great day. He leaned back and crossed his legs, and Sara walked into the room.

"Oh," she said. "You are here."

"Would you rather I be there?"

"Oh no," she said and then blushed. She still found it difficult to tell him how she felt, even when she knew.

"Come, sit with me," he patted the bench beside him. She walked over and sat down beside him, folding her hands in her lap and staring straight ahead. "Surely you can look at your husband to be on your wedding day," he said. She looked up and saw that he was smiling at her, and she smiled back. He put down his cup and moved closer to her, suddenly scooping her up and placing her on his lap. "Now, I gotcha," he said as he tightened his arms about her waist. "Put your arms around my neck," he instructed her. Then he rearranged her on his lap, one leg on either side of his hips and drew her even closer, pressing his hand in the center of her back, pressing her breasts to him. He began a series of small kisses on her lips.

"John!" she tried to draw back. "Someone will see us."

"So," he said nibbling at her lips again and pressing his other hand against her waist, causing her back to arch and her bottom and legs to connect with his body. She began kissing him back, and he parted his knees a little and then more which forced her legs apart and left space in between them. She suddenly wished that void to be filled, but she could do nothing but endure her feelings. Inside, she was afraid of her feelings. She had never been with a man before physically in her life.

"Are you happy, new citizen of New Earth?" he whispered in her ear somewhere between a kiss and an assault on her senses.

"I am very happy, Master," she whispered back.

"Mmmmh. I like a woman who knows who's boss," he said, grinning. "You may call me Master all day."

"Oh, thank you Sir," she grinned.

The bantering back and forth continued while his hands were busy, touching here, touching there. She got brave enough to touch his chest and feel his strong arms. Then, she began to feel too warm as though she were turning into liquid. Her desires began to overwhelm her, and the fear set in again. She began to pull away, and he allowed it, and he lifted her up and set her on her feet. He turned her around in his arms and ran his hands down the front of her, pressing as he went. "Soon enough, you will not push me away," he said and he let go and walked away, into the other rooms. She wanted him to go, and she wanted him to stay.

No sooner had Sara finished her coffee and toast than the other women entered the room, grinning and talking. "Come on, Sara. There's a lot to do."

"What in the world," she said as they grabbed her arms and tugged her forward. They hustled her into the far back rooms where a bath had been prepared for her. They helped her out of her clothes and proceeded to bathe her, washing and rinsing her hair carefully.

"We could pin her hair up and put flowers in it," Kim said.

Sofia laughed. "You know he would just take his hands and make it fall. He likes it down, flowing and free. We will brush it until it shines like new coins and leave it at that," she said.

"Careful," Sara said as they began to shave her legs.

"I see your legs have healed nicely," Kim said, referring to the switching Sara had received when she first came to them.

"Yes," Sara blushed, remembering that fateful day. She had carefully avoided any spankings since and hoped never to receive that kind of attention again.

"You are blushing," Maria laughed. "Don't you know, you will get a wedding day spanking?"

"What?" Sara cried.

They all laughed and reassured her that they were teasing. They continued their ministrations until she was squeaky clean, powdered and pampered and ready for her wedding dress. It was a long length of white cloth with a circle in the middle for her head. They pulled it over her head and gathered the material around her waist and tied it there with some kind of material that looked like ribbon, but wasn't. The sides of the 'dress' were open from shoulder to floor, hiding little but promising much. She felt very exposed but very feminine. The material just cleared the floor where her bare feet stood. They plucked and pulled at the material until it was arranged just so and stood back to look. "Perfect," they all agreed.

After brushing her hair well and complimenting her on its shine, they put a touch of lip gloss on her full mouth. She did not need blusher on her cheeks. They were flushed already. They put a small bouquet on each of her wrists and turned her about to check that all was right.

It was time, they said. He was waiting for her. They guided her through the doors into the main area of the shelter. There he was, wearing a splendid white shirt, simple dark pants and that crinkly smile of his. They took Sara to him, placing her hands in his, and the ceremony began.

Sara's breathing quickened. She couldn't make out the words until the end, just stared into those wonderful green eyes as he spoke. Finally, he said "take your hands and unbutton my shirt and find my heart with your hands." With trembling fingers, she slowly undid the buttons and she ran her hands over his chest, placing her cheek over his heart, resting against him. "My heart I give to you, Sara, for this day and all days to come. Take it, trust it, rely on it for I will never leave you, will protect, defend, honor, respect and play tender with you and your heart all the days of our lives." He held her chin up and gazed into her eyes. "Sara, from this moment on, you are my wife and I am your husband."

The women cheered and clapped as John Reed put his hands into Sara's hair, clenched tightly and then lowered his mouth onto hers, saying "open your mouth to me Sara" as he dipped low and kissed her fully on the mouth. Sara clung to him, dropping her hands to his waist as he thoroughly kissed her. It was done.