Anyway, the queen ordered that Mary Nav and Hank King were to be married on the next Sunday. Who knows how she came to pick that day, but even the kin...g could see the irony in the situation, so he agreed to preside at the ceremony. My new wife was to live with me at the library, so we received a new bed as a present from the queen. Big deal, all she had to do was to order the replicator to make a double bed and have it delivered to the library, but I guess it was the thought that counted.My old. "Yosh looks great!" He beamed proudly."Besides little goofs like that only boost ratings!" An the only thing anyone's going to remember, is a cute girl in spaghetti straps anyway." Michele Jewels chided from where she stood a few feet away.Eyeing the monitor's image critically herself, the older woman did wonder belatedly if maybe she'd used too much blush?"Well, under the circumstances." Tony added a few feet to the side."She was the best of your available choices!" I'll say little miss 'Yuba'. In that instant, a ripened sphere of pure lust blasted through me. The random thrusts of his steely shaft brought a powerful throbbing sensation. My velvet walls contracted and massaged his cock urging the release of scolding hot ropes of cum which shot powerfully into my orgasm wracked pussy. We growled like wild beasts, rutted like Bison to an intensely mutual climax. “I can hear dogs,” I said.“I can too Catherine, they are getting closer,” he said.“I couldn’t get used to them calling you. Neither of us said anything. It felt good to masturbate, and though I was very, very much in love with Mara, it was curious that sex played so little a role in our daily relationship as husband and wife. I wasn't complaining. Though odd to some, this sort of sex-less (as far as intercourse went) relationship didn't seem odd to either of us! Not at all. In fact, from the very start of our marriage, we'd both agreed that Mara wanted to have African-fathered babies, not Caucasian ones, like mine.