My Husband is a Dyke

An excerpt from My Husband is a Dyke

Georgia readied herself for bed in a state of high excitement. "I'm so glad we waited, darling," she said softly. "I want this to be the most special night of our lives."

She laid her dress on the chair and started to remove her stockings. "I love you, Georgia," Ralph said. He was already in his pajamas, soft eyes gazing lovingly. The bride slipped into the bathroom to finish her preparations.

In a few minutes, the door opened again to reveal the young beauty in her full glory: pale round breasts showing thru sheer black peignoir, black heels with tufts of fluff on the tops.

"Oh, my goodness," Ralph breathed. "Darling, you're beautiful. You're the most beautiful woman in the world."

She glided across the room to him, bent over him, kissed him softly, gazed into his deep, dark eyes with their impossibly long lashes. "I want to give you myself tonight, my darling husband," she whispered. "I want to be yours forever."

He pulled her into bed, kissed her mouth, her throat, her beautiful breasts. And then he turned out the light.

Under the covers, Ralph spread his new wife's legs and kneeled between them. He opened the fly of his pajamas, and Georgia felt his erect penis flop against her thigh. It was firm, yet flexible; warm, yet cooler than she imagined a penis would be. Her breath quickened. "Oh, Ralph," she whispered. "Ravish me."

Ralph kissed her sweetly and pressed his big erection against her moist vagina. "Oh, honey," he whispered, and plunged his tool firmly inside her.

"Oh!" Georgia swooned in the dark, feeling the swollen manhood filling her completely, tearing her hymen, taking her virginity."Oh Ralph! Yes! Yes!"